You are my Springtime.

You are my Springtime.

(Johnnie need a warm day. So, I will write a Spring poem.)

Cold days and colder nights,

heavy clothing burden,

I shall forget.

You stand in the April sun,

showing me,

tender shoulders blessed by the sun and your beautiful face. 

I tell you.

You are my morning sun,

my endearing Venus.

You make my heart warm and know the safety of love charity.

       Dancing Coyote