It’s Spring! How true that love like buds could bloom? This heart yearns for some tenderness and care So much to hope such magic can resume, There’s none to pose a greater risk to bear;
Will now Persephone remember me, Arouse what’s dormant, in abeyance since That time this feeling was believed to be, Against your coming so devoid of hints? Or Spring would seem to have not come at all, If none to show for its arrival fete, If it would leave my heart the same as Fall, My mirth without its fill, still incomplete; . . . . But joy it is to wait, just to aspire, . . . . If odds deny the favor to acquire.
♪ ♫ Well, I guess, it could be said that if my knowledge and wisdom were converted to wealth, I may humbly say, in all honesty, that I am not a millionaire. But if out of my two cents, you would agree to accept one of it, then, I could proudly say, in all modesty, that I have done charity.♥
Don’t remember when it happened A year ago or a few, But a strange thing has happened And, for me, a very new. It all started with a prologue, As it always does, A prologue very interesting, For the both
You’ve kept my heart’s dynamite aflame You know I can never be the same since your charming kiss did my heart tame. What words can describe your beauty’s fame? No smile can contend with yours’ my dame. It sends sorrow