My Springtime

You are always Springtime. Each day. Your warmth, the sweet morning dew on your lips, your fragrance, all alerting me to what will be. Days that are always lengthening to offer more light and surprise. Embodying recurring expectations of joy, the rebirth of love, hope, and the opportunity that we will be, and have, so much more. Time, age, has nothing to do with you, with us. My love, my desire for you is as fresh as our first day. You are my Springtime.