Spring is marking point for love

Weather is fighting fears
Will it be summer soon?
The wind is hauling the skies
Ice mornings break the spring

Yet small narcissus is shining
They won't vanish
Yellow and with is celebrating
Last northern winds

The birds sing again
The nightingale's echoes
In the forest green hills
I ease my mind

Placing the suitcase in the trunk
Heading for my love
Setting for my private nest
Wishing to stay forever