The Maiden Of Maytime Ides Poem by Yehoshua Shim'onai

The winter passed away as the spring rose brightly
As the thoughts of my love sweetened my bitter heart
The snow melted up as green trees grow fruitfully
As my beloved made my sadness fall apart.

The innocence of her smile is my warm sunshine
And the shalom of her face is my bright moonlight
The thoughts of her beauty are my morning skyline
And her sweet images my starry skies so bright.

Behold upon her lovely lips are spring flowers
On her bright face is the softness of rose petals
The smoothness of her cheeks are of summer bloomers
And her beauty is like the spring blooming florals.

She sings like a playing set of French carillons
Her sweet voice is an alabaster in my ears
And I heard her singing with all the sweetest tones;
That pleasing voice of her, to me brings joyful tears!

The sweetness of her soul carries my mind away
And the kindness of her heart touches my feelings
The gentleness of her spirit brightens my day
And the goodness in her awakens my mornings!

She is the painter of my lonely and grey days!
O, she is the Lady of the fifteenth of May!
My spring and summer days sprang from her lovely face
And from her eyes rose up the sunshine of my day!

Those sweet memories of you, they are my honey
And choice wine of my heart is your breath-taking face;
I love the way mind is moved by your beauty
And I am captivated by your ev'ry trace!

Yet as a bear sleeps in snow for the next warm spring
So shall my love wait for my freedom to love you
For true love's patient, enduring years of waiting
And steadfast for the long waited union of two!