© by B.W. Behling

New love, like unto spring

Waken the heart, glad tidings ring!

From winters slumber, heed the call

Loves blessing comes! Awaken all!

With summers heat love soon burns bright

Breathless passions fill our nights

Sunlit days meant never to end

Mere mortal cares we do transcend

Like autumn leaves loves colors blaze

Your growing beauty astounds my gaze

Beneath a moon of harvest gold

My heart it sings; your hand I hold.

'Neath winters mantle of snow and cold

Together darling, we'll grow old

And in the night when the North wind howls