The spring, the spring, the time of love,
When buds begin to bloom, and life returns,
And every heart is filled with joy thereof,
And all the world with beauty brightly burns.
The air is sweet, the sky a deeper blue,
The sun shines bright, and all the world is gay,
And every heart, it feels a passion true,
For love is in the air, and here to stay.
And I, my love, am caught within its thrall,
Enraptured by the sight of you alone,
Your smile, a ray of sunshine through the hall,
Your touch, a warm and tender undertone.
So let us celebrate this spring, my love,
And let our hearts, like buds, in love, now grow.
The Spring, the Spring, the Time of Love
© Copyright: Андрей Боровков, 2023
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