The scent of spring rose wafting through the air,And angels called in whispers everywhere.
She wandered, drunk on beauty's sweet excess,And her beloved fluttered in tenderness.
Breezes arose to quicken what was dead,And healed the bosoms wounded in their bed.
Spring said: I am the offspring of all life!The breeze replied: I am spring's own offspring rife.
The roses breathed their fragrance's secret spell,And a lover yearned for them with longing well.
Like a newborn yearning for a tender mother,Kissing her lips with reverent soul, none other.
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