Springtime Romance

I feel the warm, gentle breeze

Blow past the birds and bees,

And I suppose my time has come.

For the birds are-a-flitter,

And the butterflies a-flutter,

And my heartbeats copy the drum.


I'm the silver-winged dove,

Who guards peace and love,

For once, I can see past the skyline.

Under this deep blue sky,

I’ll take wing and fly

En route to my sweet valentine.


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741