Beneath the chandeliers’ silken glow,
Whispers of summer, memories of snow,
I sit and ponder, heart aglow,
As spring, so autumn will flow!
The balmy air, a stolen kiss,
With dregs of chill, and a gentle breeze.
In every breath, I taste the bliss.
Of seasons dancing, hearts apiece.
My love, he waits beyond the door,
His smile fills me to the core,
In his embrace, I find succor.
Of joy that blooms in spring’s encore.
Fingers in symphony 