It Could Be
It could be found in natures green tendrils
In the emerald of verdancy...
'Twas lush touched in the SpringTide
This, oh so, moon influenced, lunacy;
Oh, falling in love and it's insanity
We all loose it some at the start...
Cloned in the ecstacy of loves first blush
Touched in one's mind and one's heart;
I oft' compare the falling
To the first beginning's of Spring...
It's newness and sweet steps of desires fires
In anticipation, always, of what the morrow twill bring;
So, here's to the lush blush of new lovers...
Count your blessings and embrace the climb
For, too soon, we are old and failing
With the Fall and Winter, running us out of time;
poem by Theodora Onken
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