My love is new today;
It springs and bolts
Like a new born foal.
My lover's face, it shines
With the sun's warm light
On a tender Spring day.
This day is different,
As sweet as ripe Summer fruit,
For it comes only once
Every four years.
So this day is not leaping
Past the present view
As quickly as we might suppose.
No, this sunny false-Spring morning
Is a special, gift of a day,
An offering of small compensation
For the ordinary passing of days,
A bright-colored package
From which our love may grow anew.
About Me
- TBAYNHAMIII
- I was born in Kentucky, though my parents had been living in Knoxville before my birth. My mother's mother lived across the street from the hospital in Hopkinsville, Kentucky, which was convenient. I moved around quite a bit when I was young, but ended up in Georgia. I like to read and write and love food and drink way too much. I have a funny wife and daughter who has finished her batchelor's degree and is living with her grandmother in North Atlanta and studying advertising. I sometimes wonder what life would have been like if I had not gone to law school. Regrets come and go with the seasons.
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