The Springing

January 25, 2014

Tonight is the springing of my loving;

The final season you are to know.

You could be the shine to my growing;

So little light I've seen before.

Tomorrow will blossom your emotion;

And like the tide, they rise and fall.

You are the mystery of devotion.

But inside us all, the piper will call.

And so he shall.

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