Laying on my bed, past 3 am,
Doesn't matter much what I want, sleep wont come.
It's too hot to sleep, to try,
Summer comes to us so quickly in these Strawberry Springs,
It's enough to make you cry.
April, May, all came and went.
False blossoms hanging in the air, with the soft scent of pine
Spring-cleaning started a tad early in the neighborhood this year.
Fields turn green as the snow melts,
And we lay, beneath a sky of blue, an ocean above our heads.
You giggle when the dandelions tickle your nose,
Then smile and awe as the fly away, so childe-like.
It's times like this when I realize, so far inside,
How beautiful you honestly are, and what it means to be alive.
Even if it's just for a while, this illusionary renewal,
It won't bother me if it begins to snow again, because of you.
I look at you, your eyes on the stars, and even in this time of false starts,
I feel something begin to bloom on it's own, deep inside... our...
	Nevermind for now... you'll find out soon enough.
		For now though, just don't stop holding me.