I wonder could you be more loved
than in the sunlit Spring,
with sunrise creeping up to you
and sparking you to sing.
When sunbeams wander through your hair
and lighten its soft strands,
leaving traces in your smile
and gentle, soothing hands.
I can speak but to your eyes,
that melt me in a glance.
Teach my soul to seek what warmth
and with it love to chance.
For all my words are never enough
and all my looks can’t say
How beautifully and preciously,
you’re loved this springtime day.