gifting more than gold
the lake's clear crystal
belies the ice hold's brittle
grasp yet I'm blissful
the springtime's warm sun
will quickly disperse the fun
blossoms have begun
in hearts young and old
flirts and flirting growing bold
gifting more than gold
summer's golden sun
brings forth the bursting blossoms
as lovers embrace
beneath the bowers
sweet youngsters are holding hands
with time and pleasure
slipping towards dusk
the wise old men remember
the first touch of spring.
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