The brass'd clock thrice turned in endless glory
When at last time in march began to sing
Two voices, harmony, tell a story
Unexpectedly love blooms in the Spring
As the Western sky calls the heart away
From the comforts of the unrealized home
To begin anew and live for today
Learn'd from tenderness one's ne'er alone
With hope in the guise of newly found joy
Eyes opened to possibilities new
Spoke in the dark with a whispering voice
Deep into her scented hair "I Love You"
You taught me to love as free as a bird
You changed my life with that magical word
O My Wordsmith, thou art a dear storyteller, and thy pen dost weave the tale so oft reminisc'd...Fly upon bended wing, lovely bird...Thou art free to land where thy will. (:
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