A Painful Spring Poem by Nero CaroZiv

Love, how painful is your absence during this up coming spring,
When proud May, clad in all his adoration of colors and trim,
It skips no flower no bush, putting a spirit of youth in everything,
That even heavy sanguine Saturn laughs and dances with him,

Yet nor the layers of birds, nor the sweet fields smell
Of different flowers in diverse odor and in a riot of hue,
Could make me any summer season enjoy or normally dwell,
I can only watch the flowers of meadows and wild fields wondering how fast they grew.

I cannot examine and enjoy as before the lily tender white,
Nor praise the deep vermilion color in the rose;
They are but sweet, but figures of beauty and delight,
Drawn after you, your silhouette, you are the frame of all those.

Yet it seems it is winter still, and, you are away,
Leaving me behind with your shadows, I with these do ponder and play.