How like springtime’s love doth thine aura live,
Begging the light of the Sun to reveal
The fading winter that darkness forgive,
And shimmering beauty waking doth heal,
For the Sorcerer’s spell hath been lifted,
And grace prevail and clarity abound
Nature’s cleansing rain hath bright sky gifted;
As eyes do cherish as they look around.
To see thine face as clouds do paint thee,
In pastel shades of pink and pale-rinsed blue,
And when I listen to thine own story,
Such pleasure teems, and mine life made anew.
In thee tis eternal room with a view,
And I know life’s better when I’m with you.