Woh to the Spring Thaw of My Heart - by Michael Geertsema

As the winter turns to spring

I contemplate what the weather will bring

Are these thoughts just spring love

or something given from above

Alas, our time on the slopes was short

Our trips up the mountain will have to abort

Dear lady, my new-found love,

You alight upon my heart just like a dove

I cherish our rides upon the gondola

In joy I cry out as my heart falls-ah!

For you my lady, my new found love