“Please don’t go”..We whisper to the sun..
Spring flowers bloom in the distance..
A cool breeze calms as we walk past the beach..
Swishing and crashing the waves carry on oblivious..
Hands clasped around one another..
No worries in the world..
Evening closes by and the sun slowly slips away..
Staring up at the darkening sky..
And we know what is coming..
The month of love is upon us..
And dwell in it we shall..