Springs Promise Of Love
By nyjohn00
As the Crocus blooms in springs first life Pushing through the frozen soil To the light of day I remember how it was before The life surging forth, before you The frozen soil is like my cold heart Unfeeling dead unfruitful to all Gripped by the frosty hold of winters cold spirit Unfeeling, there was no love inside The cold had gripped it so It had felt the life of spring The heat of summers passion But it had been stilled By words of hate Feeling dashed and torn Then you appeared You springs promise of life You the fountain of love Who made my heart thaw and bloom Opened the blossom of my heart to the sun Filled it with warmth and love And promises of life to come Written February 28th, 2002 © on Feb 28 2002 02:47 PM PST, John 0 • 8
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"As the Crocus blooms in springs first life..."