• Roses are red
    Forget-me-not in lover's eden
    I think black-eyed Susan is jealous of you
    Lemon mint is your nature's scent
    Queen Anne's lace has grown on you
    Blazing stars are your tentation
    Baby's breath breathes through you
    Your baby blue eyes has come to season
    Out of nowhere little boy Johnny jumps up and down
    The cosmos are your desire
    Call me sweet William
    The more you grow-the world comes to springs
    Morning glory wakes with you
    as the sun has flowered
    We all say farewell to spring as lover's do.