Spring

Sweet scent of spring fills me
With drunken wine of feeling
Little peck on my lips
Sweeter than any wine

You make me believe and feel
You dwell within with ancient melody
I cannot ever played or sing
But keep forever in my heart

Winelike taste of spring on my lips
You paint perfectly through years of youth
Never fading, ever deep

I sing your name
Through my core
To see you again
Before my door
Ever heart, my dear, my soul
You are for me but the whole world