To Hold Springtime By The Hand

A love poem for my Lady

To dance with thee

is to hold springtime

by the hand.

 

To see thee smile

 is to watch a rose

opening to the sun.

 

To hear thy laugh

 is to hear the bells

of Heaven.

 

To be with thee is

to risk the threefold

intoxication of

 

wine, poetry

and music.