Two Poems For Lovers in Spring

1:

I awoke to birds deep in song,
singing that sweet, 'twas your
beauty they must have gazed upon.
Soft as the lark, sweet as nightingale
They sang of your praises, fair and hale.
But my sadness grew deep
when I opened mine eyes,
for quickly I realized you not at my side
and I let out a deep dozen sighs.
"Take heart," 'Twas what I said to myself,
"you'll see her again, and soon to be sure"
Alas, but not soon enough...

2:

Though our situation is unique
It's filled my heart with bliss
However filled with newness my feelings
It's provided a lifetime's worth of joy
Sordid and scattered as our lives may be
Us, together means the world to me
And so I say,
Sweetly,
Softly,
Simply,
I love you.
And for that I wouldn't trade the world.

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