Springtime Love (a Sonnet)

If flowers bloom when springtime comes, their fragrance rising, too,
These I, on bended knee would give, and even more to you;
Celestial stars and distant moons I’ve gathered up for thee -
And as the angels sweetly sing, profess your love to me.

Spring tides should rise and surely ebb with every breath you take;
Each heartbeat to mine own enjoin a passion full awake!
Softly pressing palm to palm, our fingers tightly laced,
Pulling closer, closer still, a warm and tight embrace.

Each minute to the hour unwinds, and still spring’s night unfolds
Timeless and eternal as we lay in sweet repose.
This season comes on the rising sun, our love in warm reflection
Whispering low, we are even so lost in introspection.

This springtime love, so tightly stitched, the seams appear transparent -
And to the world our vows are writ in verse now made apparent.