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Spring is a time of boundless love,
Riding on a checkered wind.
Borne on the wings of a silent dove,
A badge above your heart is pinned.
A song throughout the ages sung,
Unbridled like the wildest steed.
Emotions throughout the cosmos flung,
Lust is met by sorest need.
Rolling 'neath the shining sun,
Laughing like a happy child.
As if on fire, inside the sun,
Unleashed, unteathered, free and wild.
Leaping like a cosmic fire,
Like the making of a star.
More worthy than the noblest sire,
It seeks you out where'er you are.
Brighter than the brightest gem,
Purer than a mountain stream.
Older than the river Thames,
Fleeting like a long nights dream.
Spring it is a magic time,
Emotions roam in an aimless flock.
When smitten men will seek to find,
The path of love on which`to walk.
Parched with an unquenched thirst,
Hungry with a strong desire.
When men think nothing of the worst,
Passion rages like a fire.
Enough to melt the glacial ice,
Enough to dam the mighty river.
Cut through your soul with a cleavers slice,
More precious than copper, gold, or silver.
Now as the conclusion hovers near,
I have but one more thing to say.
If loneliness is creeping near,
Remember what you read today.