My Love is like Spring that comes forth after Winter
Eager, yet shy, beneath her youthful gaze lies pure joy.
With each step she takes, the whole Creation move with her
As she smiles, time itself stopped to admire her
The flowers blossomed when we kissed
The Sun shone as she sang.
Oh, how she enchanted me so.
Chiam Yau-ming June 2007
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