Like Spring Bulbs Blossom

For me she is the warmth
Of loves sacred flame
That burns by no other name

The way the moonlight catches her hair
Her gentle stare rapture in all its finery

The alluring scent of roses reminds me of her presence
To breathe her essence is heavenly to compare
By other means but a mere glimmer in her eyes
She ensnares the senses

And I remember
The scent of wild flowers
Basking in the morning light

Like the sound of gentle rain
That beats upon my windowpane
Reminds me of her heart

Beyond my thought’s, there is no other
Then the one, I call my lover

Like spring bulbs blossom
Beneath the stars we are forever

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