Come close O' Spring; The king of season,
Cross out this awful separation.
Melt this frozen milky moon,
With the kiss of your warm passion.
Crops are now fully matured,
And marigolds are now honey filled.
Heap up all the spree of this planet,
Hold it with me very tight; very tight.
These flowers of grass are getting tedious,
Being unfolded by thy tender arms.
Shimmer them by your fatherly shower,
make them feel like cherish toddler.
I'm sleeping tonight having you in my mind,
Now I'll open my eyes when you are arrived.
And'll cuddle my cheeks by pink gleam,
And will say Chiff-Chaff Chiff-Chaff.
