APRIL LOVE

 As spring has danced across the land,
Dressed in her gown of lace,
Me thinks I see beneath her smile,
A tear on April's face.

  Ah! spring! young love, how sweet it is,
When life is at its' morn!
But how can love know deeper joy,
Till it has sorrrow borne?

Young love will learn when heartbreak comes,
That joy must have its' pain,
 The winds may blow and tears may flow,
Yet spring will come again.
Copyright © Elsie Acord