The Spring (poem)

It sang of memories as lovers played

This spring which brings sweet music to their heart

And wanders from where kisses have their start

Of lovers once found dancing in the glade

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Each hope fulfilled in dreams beside the spring

As lover watched imagination drift

Here safely far away from raging rift

Where even love has not learned how to sting

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Here by the spring mere time still saunters by

For other dawns await to greet their sun

While other tales await to be unspun

A lasting sip before eyes wonder why

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One day two lovers resting by the tide

Still see the spring they carry deep inside

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