Spring

Spring is the time for love to bloom any and everywhere.

It is the time for children to have fun with their kites.

Spring is a season unlike any other season.

Spring signals the cupid with his arrows of love.

Her

Her eyes sparkle like the morning dew.

Her voice is a gentle whisper upon my neck.

Her touch is that of a thousand rose petals.

She glows with the light of a hundred moons.

When she is around it seems to always be a warm spring day.

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I have no clue who this is about or when I wrote it.  It was so long ago.