Dedicated to Toni Randall Duesing
Spring Love
by denny
In the warmth of her loving gaze
the chill of the years melts,
like ice, shattering from my heart.
My normally calm demeanor,
the deep spring within me,
runs hot and turbulent.
And seeds asleep beneath the snow
slip finger-like tendrils up
to find the warming rays.
There comes a stir of music,
Like the joy of children's laughter
which picks the strings of their insipid lutes
And this strange sensation
The sense of wings
Growing in my heart.
My eyes are filled with a flowery
Noise that I can almost taste,
Like a tree in spring
Which has suddenly come into bud,
whispering a little tenderness,
Of which the leaves are tongues.
the chill of the years melts,
like ice, shattering from my heart.
My normally calm demeanor,
the deep spring within me,
runs hot and turbulent.
And seeds asleep beneath the snow
slip finger-like tendrils up
to find the warming rays.
There comes a stir of music,
Like the joy of children's laughter
which picks the strings of their insipid lutes
And this strange sensation
The sense of wings
Growing in my heart.
My eyes are filled with a flowery
Noise that I can almost taste,
Like a tree in spring
Which has suddenly come into bud,
whispering a little tenderness,
Of which the leaves are tongues.
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