Oh old winter, won’t you go away?
My young spring has come to stay
One rose petal falling from her hair
I reach and take it off her and stare
My eyes shan’t part hers, two pearls
Her hair soft as silk, long with curls
To her pearly eyes, my-Self embarks
She shines so brightly, my Goldilocks
A little poem from my heart to thee
This, a hint, of what you mean to me
May 20th, 2019