My dreams are just a whisper now,
But wonders lie ahead.
I still recall the cold, hard ground
Where nothing grows (-they said).

But spring will always remedy
The cold of winter’s grasp,
As sure she has lifted me
From dwelling in the past.

Her smile, a soft, unspoken thrill
That flutters in my veins,
Leaves inspiration to fulfill
The hope to fly again.

I’d tell you what my love is like,
But words fall by the way.
And pictures fail to realize
The senses she can sway.

I’d tell you what my love is like,
But words will only lie-
-hers are the eyes I gaze upon
And stumble to describe.