by Mark Reynold Blunk
Like songbirds, flying from place to place,
My heart seeks out your warm embrace.
Like those who know a joyous dream,
The thought of you makes my heart sing.
Faces of love, so sweet and tender,
Fill my world with joyous wonder.
A place of joy is sought, then within a moment,
You become the essence of hope's fulfillment.
A love arose, to match the dreams,
Now loving you, I've found... Eternal Spring.