Spring is here,
the baby leaves tell me,
Towards the hydrangeas,
the birds flee,
Buds are slowly unfolding their alchemy,
Adrift I am in the confusing sea.
Spring is flowering inside my heart,
Working its magic through my veins,
No blood there is, just pure love,
Bewitched I am with someone’s eyes…..
They say I am getting mad,
Aye, aye, I agree,
They say I am getting lost,
Nay nay, I am already lost.
I wish the winds to carry his essence,
I wish to be drowned in his love,
What sort of sorcery is this, my lord?
Where I am enchanted by his thoughts.
I am overly seduced by his magic,
Never before has this seemed so tragic,
To the people who know me since eons,
For me, I guess, I am gone…..