Spring time

Warm lips are ready
For a hearty kiss.
Why TIME in a hurry,
Cannot stop for this?

In my mind, the moonshine,
Light YOUR pretty face,
And your loving eye-shine,
Light the moments' grace.

Far away embraces,
Talks and thousand kisses,
For your pure sending,
Are my sweetly sings.

Look my dream is finished;
But it will return.
Shortly it has rested,
For begin its turn.
By HELEN