Promise

When spring is still a promise,
and trees are bare.

When morning light is like a tender kiss,
and o so very spare.

When edged on the window panes,beautiful white roses look at you with their frozen stare.

When your eyelids flutter in a steady rythm, your soul aloft to countries rare.

That's the moment my lovely, I want to take you in my tender care, and you, you are completely unaware.