Hearts of Love Forgotten

We walk and

we talk and

we cycle and

we flock

after months where we rested and

we waited and

we laid and

we missed.

Suddenly emerge and

we gather and

we bud;

ready to embrace and

to kiss one another and

to dance in the day and

in the night.

Forth with all the color and

the light and

coming thunder as

our hearts of love forgotten

to the early rays besotten

lustily we offer.