Spring

Within my heart, a fluttering embrace.
Her gaze, a reflection of the springtime sky,
A gentle breeze whispers through her hair, passing by.
Her tresses, radiant embers in the vernal light.

Her smile, a sunbeam that warms my soul,
Thawing winter's grip, making me whole.
Hand in hand, we stroll a winding lane,
Towards a hill where dreams softly reign.
Seated, we witness the sun's fiery descent,
Painting the heavens with hues intent.
She leans into me, and in a hushed decree,
I murmur words unspoken, set free.
Spring was finally here