The Spring Of Us

We bloomed where silence used to sleep,
Two hearts in thaw, no need to speak—
A glance, a spark, a breath between,
And time stood still in shades of green.

Our laughter spilled like April rain,
Soft petals opening through pain.
Too young to name what we became,
Yet old enough to burn like flame.

Now every breeze recalls your name—
The spring of us, still wild, untamed.