Outside my window 

the apple tree blossoms 
the aura of white glows 
And the birds seem to hum
 
 
 
 
 
The spring of your eyes 
as you look at me 
reflecting the blue in the sky 
together we shall be 

The tress are full now 
as if they seem satisfied 
that winter has grown and bows 
Its last breath of the season, died 
 
The sun comes out more often
long awaited for, longing for 
Of you I have not forgotten 
Of you I can say more 
 
Your very near and dear 
to my heart and its beating 
Surely you can hear 
this love, and all that I'm saying