Spring

I think of you
and
spring fills my heart.
Long drives;
savoring vanilla
in the glorious eventide;
ambling hand in hand on rustling leafage,
oblivious to the surrounding cacophony,
thoroughly consumed in togetherness;
hushed whispers in the
nights slowly growing longer;
susurous rustles of your laughter;
cuddling in homely coziness.
I think of you
and you remind me of
the soothing breezy petrichor,
raw and intoxicating.
I see in you an infinite spring.
And maybe that is what you are made up of.
Spring, in heart and soul and mind.
And maybe that is what you are.
Vernal and verdant.

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100 Word Challenge: Spring