Springtime Day

in the still cool and quiet dawn

she whispers softly in my ear,

speaking words of mystery

and faraway places,

where magical creatures exist

in fields of golden light,

crying out

for laughter and

pure, simple thought;

remember the smell

as we lay laughing

among the tall sweet grass,

surrounded by a rainbow

of springtime flowers,

holding each other tight,

making love

with the pure soft innocence

of childhood and youth,

giving to each other

all the pleasure

which was ours to give;

sunlight smiled down

upon your golden silky hair,

I never knew an angel

more beautiful on that

bright and sunny

springtime day,

your lips tasted of the

sweetest wine,

making me thirst

with a desire

that could never be filled.

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