Spring Love
There's no vocabulary for love.
It's spoken in many languages
It's felt in many ways
and always here to stay
The language of love
Spring love is washed ashore
Dancing to the oceans waves
speaking love and pleasure
As it moves with each new measure
My heart is pounding hard
There's mystery in the air
I'm daunted with belief
Spring love will overtake
Who is this.. that loves me?
This warm and fresh new day
Is he that loves so far away
My eyes too him do stray?
Spring love to brighten a quiet day
And bring its playfulness out.
And wrap the sunshine all about.
and hear all nature shout.
"It's Spring Love"
Written by Janet Ford Oct.2004
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