A Midsprings Night

Tis with heart on high, thy on my mind, with winters sweep Through spring unto the mist of what love I have so deep With in thy eyes a world, tis of the dagger thine hath thrust into my heart With a feeling thy trembling hands, weep with every touch, as it slowly falls apart Thee and thy hair of gold, heart of warmth as hearth as fire flaunt it's beauty wave You hair follow suit, sway unto the wind and sun, shining deeply, moment of which thee hope to save But unto no crime for ones heart to follow, the perfect feeling doth not be undone For what it is, true love as it reign, raining upon thee the victory flowers, for with our love, we've won.