Spring Is A Discovery

Spring is a discovery a jewel box opening it's gold an effrontery to hearts broke betokening- A remnant dislodged relic look at the yellow cowslip Medusa, evangelic singing gospels unclouded. Spring is untrustworthy ask any lover who has- sown his seed prematurely doesn't it die early, whereas? Who would not bathe heart gladdened? By the shores of buttercup in those green riggings maddened. Who'd not cherish this bee-like mantle? Just a little happier, just a little more saddened just a little sappier for waiting-your heart gladdened.