On lush green love!
When succulent love springs at heart,
the chillness of the snowy fair
flooding warm rains in the eyes
of the stricke’n
that stream down the pink cheeks
to wet the palpitating bosom,
vanishing into thin air
the frosty doubts,
the cold severity of indifference
in order to flower
and renew fresh hope
for a life of togetherness,
not to forget
in the nigh future!