Sweethearts Of The Year - Richard Mitchley
Sweethearts Of The Year by Vachel Lindsay
Sweetheart Spring
Our Sweetheart Spring came softly
Her gliding hands were fire
Her lilac breath upon our cheeks
Consumed us with desire
By her our God began to build
Began to sow and till
He laid foundations in our loves
For every good and ill
We asked Him not for blessing
We asked Him not for pain
Still to the just and unjust
He sent His fire and rain