We are the Seasons by MoonBeamMistress
She is my Spring
Word Count 110
She is the embodiment of spring.
Her smile is as dazzling as the first rays of warm sunlight dancing across the frost-ridden grass.
Her blue eyes sparkle like the newly thawed water of a river, always dragging over me in a slow trickle that leaves me trembling.
Her laugh is like the first warm breeze that sweeps away the chilly air and teases the wind chimes hanging on our porch. It is soothing and beautiful.
Before her, I did not know warmth.
Before her, I did not know hope.
She is my strength and peace.
I am nothing without her.
She is bewitching.
She is vivacious.
She is my spring.