In spring it seems Love’s overflowing
Like a garden, ever growing
Abundance in the form of green
As fresh and spry as burbling stream
The air that fills your lungs to burst
Is sweet as love that winks and flirts
You think this feeling never fades
For deep are all impressions made
Yet as with mood, it climbs and falls
Fealty wanes at siren’s call
Its constant tending feels a drain
And everything becomes a strain
What once was glowing gives no heat
The ending writ feels incomplete
It seems there’s nothing quite as human
Than speed we move to bleak from blooming
We crave that blush from new love’s passion
Wear it as we would a fashion
The chase, the hunt, the novelty
So in pursuit we’ll always be
With soul agape like infant bird
We’ll beg forever, it’s too absurd
It’s like we’re made as if a sieve
We shan’t be gorged, but still we live
Unrested spirit doomed to haunting
Unfulfilled and ever wanting…
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