Just A Little Silly Song

I like your love cuz it's so crazy-
Makes me swoon and makes me hazy-
Puts me in a spell for day-z's-
Come be my Valentine!

You got the cutest eyes I've ever seen
They hyp-no-tize me with their green
Bright like pricey kinds of bling-
Come see me, Valentine!

I want your hug cuz it's so cozy-
To touch your cheeks and lips and nose-y
And hug you from your head to toe-sies
Come hold me, Valentine!

You've got my heart forever, Honey
You are all I ever want-ey-
Makin all my days so sunny-
Come love me, Valentine!

The reason for this little rhyme-
Is to say I love you all the time -
And the best thing about you, Valentine-
Is
You. You. You...
Are mine!

An Old Familiar Song

I stepped outside the other day
and on the wind, a voice did say-
"I'm coming soon- do not despair.
I travel quickly on the air."

I stopped and listened even more
To a voice beyond that distant shore
that whispered like a long lost friend-
across the cruel and cutting wind.

I tuned my ears, but barely heard-
The sweet promises in every word.
Then all at once, I heard her sing-
and without a doubt, the song was Spring.

Her voice was lost by a gusty blow
and muffled by a fluff of snow-
And nearly stopped before the gate-
But I screamed to her-"Yes! I will wait!"

An icy chill ran up my spine
and I was lost again in Winter time-
but even though I could not hear-
I know my Spring is somewhere near.

The song grew quiet on cloudy skies
As I watched for her with anxious eyes
My hope. My Spring. My faithful friend.
That never fails to sing again.

I cannot always hear her now-
Amid naked trees and silent plow,
but her song will push through Winter's wall
And surround me with it's pleasant call.

I huddle near the window frame-
and recite her sweet and solemn name.
"Spring, Spring- she comes again!
My ever faithful, loving friend!"

Another Winter

I can take the snow-
it's weight of white
that settles in the wispy trees.

I can take the ice
that forms like cones
when the air starts dropping by degrees.

I can take the cold-
it's shuddering touch
that clouds me with a frigid hand.

I can take the winter-
it's restless soul
that blankets sky and sea and land.

But I grow afraid
with each new day
that my heart will freeze
and stay that way-
A solid mass of ice and chill
that tries to thaw...
but never will.