Even as Winter's cold days grew longer,
it seemed as if Spring would never appear.
Then, as the sun's warm, bright rays grew stronger
it soon became evident: She was here!
A little rain must first fall, it is said
for flowers, and Love, to grow tall and bloom.
Bursting forth in bright hues of pink and red,
Love, and flowers, enticed with sweet perfume.
Love craved the taste of salty skin and sweat,
drunk on the smell of grass, jasmine, and loam.
Discarding doubt and burying regret,
Love's fickle heart created a new Home.
But when two souls are suddenly entwined,