Although we touch there is in you a rose

Although we touch there is in you a rose,
that blooms amid the freshest breeze in May.
Like morning dew the grass does never lose,
you’re new throughout reminding break of day.
In touches old you plant a seed so new,
that grows within a feeling that of first,
You build inside each night a Spring redo,
where flowers weather winter bloom and burst.
Though in my Autumn I taste honey sweet,
I thought reserved for those in early day,
While cold bees work and Sun brings forth its heat,
to warm my heart while I beside you lay.
With love you plant in touches old, the new
and Spring does grow inside this heart so true.

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