Author: Joyce Hemsley
Spring comes with the sun
cold winds there are none
“man of my heart” – he’s the one.
I gazed at him once
I gazed at him twice
this was the start of paradise.
He gazed back at me
he gazed lovingly
I heard the notes of a symphony.
We gazed at each other
and our daydreams took flight
beautiful wedding of white.
Spring comes with the sun
cold winds there are none
“man of my heart” – you’re the one.
