My wondrous waxing twin
Stay snug here by my side
Don't complain for the Vita rain
We will not stay inside
A crescendo that mourns
in flowers interlude
With melting snow, with me you'll go
And we shall listen too
The coldness creeps to heat
And only Vita knows
the morning light's first blinding, bright
and first buds of a rose
We'll fantasize of summer,
Farewell to winter season
Your touch which I have missed so much
will never need a reason
The silence of the night
will melt to solstice words,
when my heart burns and you return
and speak like singing birds
At night will be the sunset
Which we will never miss
Hand that touched me, eyes don't believe
That absent, lonely kiss
The sun's promise when it wakes up
it only says one thing.
I feel it too, it must be true,
I love you in the spring.

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Ferinus, in the year 88 AM.