Is there still vibrant spring in the grass reeds?

With the passing of lonely months and days, they’d turned silver white.

Is there still vibrant spring in the waking-up kiss?

To share with the world a wonderful dream of spring’s delights.

Sparkling sunshine opens the door to my enchanted soul.

Verses of love, I will devote to my Miss Poetry Inspiration.

Like a butterfly, I’m engrossed with the beautiful flower.

Your long silky hair – in its love threads, my heart’s entangled.

Celebrating the New Year with the exotic fragrance of Poetry and Love,

I opened the first page with excitement and rapturous energy.

Hands holding hands, communing the language of the heart.

New Year’s Eve, an enchanted night of love and tranquility.

Spring’s here but do you feel spring in your heart?

Please let the flow of time stop just for a little while.

Spring has come, and with Spring’s arrival, I still owe a debt.

A debt of Love owed a beauty, and I sometimes wonder:

When would I ever be able to fully repay her.