With her a thousand dancing daffodils
Swaying winter, waltzing welcome the spring
And summer sunsets scribed from solstice quills
Whilst sunrise symphonies she softly sing
For she is my season – my age of youth
My return to love, my return to grace
A lifeless bark, with love breeds lavish fruit
And to my sorrow, upon it disgrace
Thou art the fair fairy of fleeting time -
Doth change pastures, lest love is free to bloom
From willowy woe, to love’s rarest rhyme –
With but thy lips, lays my troubles its tomb
That warmth winter takes, and frigid leaves fall
Love grows long as life lives, long as time recall
