𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧

It was the fourth moon of the last year,

when my spring arrived;

Dressed up as the winter,

everyone fantasised.

The spark in his eyes,

juvenile yet bright;

Tells me infinite story,

with that cute smile.

His spirit,

nothing less than a butterfly;

Absorbs the nature,

like a dew on the grass.

His presence,

just like the winter sun;

Warm and essential,

comforts me like the sound of the sea waves.

Maybe I was the one without the sight,

I kept pondering why he never felt tired being bold;

If only I understood sooner how my spring season adores me to the core.

As the days passed by,

I asked god if anyone will ever love me, if anyone will ever be mine,

Until my eyes beheld him;

his gaze, touches my soul.

draines all the agonies,

that has been piling for an epoch.

Then came a day,

when my heart pushed me towards the right;

I fell for you,

and yet I don't understand why.

Seems it all makes sense now,

god placed a mirror to understand why.

A mirror that holds my hand so tight,

that misery escapes from me for miles.

My dearest spring season,

where were you all this time?