How could it be
I now wondered
That here in winters depth
My thoughts could turn to spring-time
I'll tell you, love
How it could be
For it were thoughts of you
Alone among the flowers
There in the warmth
Gift of the sun
That gives the flowers life
As your love gives life to me
Which is fairer?
I dared to guess
Well lover, it is you
More fragrant than those flowers
That fill my mind
As if I see
Them floating on the breeze
Like dancing Red Admirals
So as you work
In the meadow
When spring-time comes again
I pray that your thoughts will turn
To what will be
With you and I
In the spring-time of love
Now sown within the meadow.
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Author:
dbremner (
Offline) - Published: December 14th, 2010 14:37
- Comment from author about the poem: Someone told me very recently that they sometimes work in their flower garden. I think hearing that put this poem in to my head.
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Oh, but this is a VERY SWEET poem! How I do love it!!! And you know, two months from today is....Valentines Day...ah, this is a delightful reminder for lovers. And it is yesterday's metre of 4,4,6,7! The images of the sun-bathed meadow with its light spring colours and flowers makes it such a lovely poem of sweet love...as well as the reminder that "in spring, a young man's heart turns to love." Excellent love poem!!!
A great poem of natural beauty.
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