The epitome of love and sweet fragrant youth, thou, for ever, shall rule my heart.
Born with thou are thy colours, once forgotten, lost in the white;
That new born green ever so shy, thy only envy? That blushing red on my lady's cheek;
Unheard melodies I do hear, strung from thy harp signaling thine arrival.
The smell of grass, that crispy air, the touch of rain, all sublime;
How I wait to take a dip, in that stream, that potion of love;
The world is lost in thy grandeur, cast in a spell, knowing no time;
So much so that the sun stays longer, to gaze away, to smile away, to bless away.
Born with thou are our lives, with new fortunes, with new promise,
Oh the first born from nature's womb, may you live for years to come...
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