White blossom or possibly buds

Love. Am I in love with you?
Or the idea of being in love with you?
The morning melody of Spring
plucking a love struck heart chord
By night the Moon's dance
Leaving me completely infatuated
Like the smell of freshly cut grass
I am left saturated by visions
Illusions of a coming day, a meander
holding hands through the forest

Is it like white blossom upon the tree
Will the petals of romance have to fall
before the fruit of love is borne
Or will it possibly be like buds
Exploding into glorious flower?

Oh how I wish to lie beside her
and soak up her brilliance as the sun
Oh how I wish to lie head in hands
as she dances like a young lamb

Such a sly vixen is Spring
she always calls me out to play

By Pete Scopes