Captive of the Spring

Ah, young spring love.

The kind that makes you dizzy, twitterpated, swoon for days.

This is my own story of lusting after what wouldn’t last.

It happened many years ago
Though at the time I didn’t know
Young and fresh and just fifteen

Preacher's son had moved to town
with charm and wit and sandy crown
He spoke one word and I'd become

A captive of the spring
buds are opening
and fruit is but a flower

Easter came with great hooray
I couldn't wait another day
to take his hand and fill my heart

From the picnic we had strayed
snuck past grandma on the way
Stole a kiss behind the tree

Love had sprung
with no thought that fall would come

Just as the seasons ebb and flow,
His father made a plan to go,
his family left and lost was he

Today the clouds have gone away
and I don't look good wearing grey
How can I free the one who wants to be?

A captive of the spring
buds are opening
and fruit is but a flower