Sweet the smell
of life, of living
of loving, being loved.
Spring you bring
me memories
of old and new.
Does love not blossom
without the sun
watered by tears?
Your perfume
like fresh wild flowers
how fitting, my lover.
My gaze upon you
like that of the sunflower
memorized by the sun god.
Sweet the smell of Spring approaching..
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