In the briefest moments of reprise
My mind drifts back and forth,
Imagining the springtime
Picturing it in your court.
The sun mild on your skin
While the breeze moves through hair;
To be as bold as nature
Touching elegance so fair.
As the sun I would surround you
In a loving warm embrace,
Caress your skin with kisses
All around your perfect face.
If I were like the wind
I would dance around your curls
Brushing gently 'cross your features
And then watch them as they twirl.
From the earth I would sprout flowers
Delicate and soft like lace,
Nothing less could hope to rival
Your sheer radiance and grace.
All others would be jealous
Just to witness such a thing -
Your beauty only heightened
By the elements of spring.