Springtime

If I could take all the flowers

that bloom in the springtime,
I would bind them together with care

and twine a multi-coloured crown

to sit atop your sun-kissed hair.

If I could catch all the April showers

that fall in the springtime

I would pour each glistening drop

into a pitcher filled to the brim

from which your honeyed lips could sup

If I could take the freshest breeze

that blows in the springtime,

I would harness that gentle zephyr

and turn its kiss on you

to cool your dew dipped skin

If I could do all of these things;

if I could bring you the springtime,

would you turn your soft gaze to me,

And would you slip your hand in mine?

Then we could lie together,

in the tender hush,

of the springtime.