Wild grasses of my springtime heart unmown, unruly, unrestrained, in silence grew. Youth’s fierce infatuation madly blew its untamed gales where tall, green blades had grown. Fair birds of transient love have long since flown – that tale’s dark thread unraveled. Segue to the stunning, breathless moment I met you and found the ageless love I’d never known. As autumn yields to winter, hair recedes brown-gray, and once-hard muscles dormant lie; our fathomless love-light remains undimmed. Spring’s passions redirected, naught impedes love’s resolute commitment. You and I adore our beautiful lawn, neatly trimmed.