by Tannheuser

Springtime

For my noblest joy, named Eve.

Like rain in the desert, the shower of high romance,
Soft breath of May, brings heart’s undying flow’r
They gaze into each others eyes and dance
He plucks her not, and she becomes his power

Fates split his thread from hers, so bittersweet
She burns his hell and floods his heav’n with light
Clandestine, spurs him to his greatest feats
To scour the world, to strive and test his might

Blood mixed with fire, his ardor does not wane
Clock’s hands arrested, she keeps him ever young
A sage’s pearl of price, he seeks to gain
That rose for her, from that first garden sprung

Each night, they steal to secret rendezvous;
Her kiss conducts him to a life renewed.