My young love rests, hopefully sleeps

In the afternoon in Spring – she

Causes the cold bird to sing, she

Is the reason pear tree keeps

Its blossoms still, and she ensures

Hope within my heart endures

This April chill will weaken soon

And: enter summer, confident!

Grey leftover winter’s spent, 

And swinging on the sun and moon

The joy of June, the might of May

Will entertain each summer day

And our love’s microclimate will

Make sure our weather’s never chill. 

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