Come to me in April when the chill of March winds have died and the flowers that struggle to bloom now find sun rays that warm and loom; come to me in April when all the winter cold slips reluctantly away and the garden breathes anew swept by spring brooms with daffodils and tulips from the earth exhumed; come to me in April when all my memories float on by escaping the tears never meant to cry and what was can never be undone; come to me in April when the tide of Easter resurrection lives again God's promise to the souls of men that life goes on beyond the here and now; come to me in April when all our dreams are reawakened and the bonds of love are never shaken freely given, ready for the taking.