Working to the sunset, keeping my pace steady as she goes,
Turned out that when the air got hot, the words could finally flow.
It's been a little while since a new toothbrush sat on my shelf
Not that I've thrown your old one away.
Spring blooms came and went,
With summer, a new scent weighs down upon my mattress,
And yet all I see is crocuses.
He blooms like a plumpened rose,
His kiss so full of heavy promise,
But all I long for is the cool caress of spring time chill,
Sweet lavender sweet nothings,
That meant more than this ever will.
Bring to me those crocuses, those crocuses we loved.
Sing to me of crocuses, those crocuses that watched.
Come back to me as they do each spring, come back to me my love.
Each morning I wake to caress him thorns and all,
Succulent and lustrous, king of all hearts as I recall,
Funny how I still think back each sunrise to the prince I had before.