I woke up to a beautiful morning,
In which you were by my side.
Every day feels like spring,
And by love and joy I abide.
The rambunctious stare at me,
Feeling obliterated by my joy.
What is so hard for them to see
Is that with love I won’t be coy.
The laughter comes spontaneously,
And is very hard to hold it back,
Even when I see envy or jealousy.
So I go, at each little flower gazing.
Feels like spring, be day or night,
And no storm to me can be fazing.
KBS, March 2009.
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