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
His last breath of the season died
 
The sun comes out much 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
 

by Gary Hodges