Purple, pink and white jewels bobbing on the water.
In the morning when sun dances in my windows,
Daffodils will open in its steps and
Land along the pavement.
And city will awaken to the voices of young girls
Walking their floral dresses down by the promenade,
Painting the streets yellow, green and orange.
On my way I will move aside a little,
Just enough to make space for those holding hands.
Tiny blossoms tangled in their hairs,
Lips glistening with dew.
Once they pass, I will turn to look after them for a long time,
While they walk next to each other,
Limb to limb,
Step for step,
Springy and entwined.
Oh how I wish they would know,
Never to let go of those hands, and
Because there will be other springs,
In some other cities,
But never like this one.
Never like the one,
You held my hand,
In that park behind our school,
We knew blue-bells always come early, and
Which they later turned