As Spring Keeps its Word
Lanterns lean close to every door.
Our hearts made firm, our breaths in time,
Like temple bells that softly chime.
At midnight’s hush when old years part,
Listen close with steady heart.
When three small echoes kiss the sky,
Know that no true vows ever die.
Spring blossoms bloom as one,
Gold like sparks when night’s begun.
What seems like petals in the air
May be the weight of answered prayer.
Square cakes rest in folded green,
Humble hands keep what’s unseen.
Bound with care and patient thread,
Promise kept in what’s not said.
Step forth, my love, through streets of delight,
Crowds laugh and kitchens hum with light.
Our hearts aligned, our souls entwined,
Every threshold holds what we’ve pined.
As apricot petals like whispers fall,
Noodles, dumplings, and tea await us all.
Even firecrackers sing in the night,
Sending our wishes on wings of light.
Red papers flutter on every door,
Each brushstroke carries blessings and more.
Our hearts aligned, our souls entwined,
Every word a secret, quietly signed.
The river shimmers with lanterns afloat,
Reflections dancing like a hopeful note.
Our hearts aligned, our souls entwined,
Love drifts gently on currents combined.
Step lightly through alleys where incense burns,
Past market stalls and every turn.
Our hearts aligned, our souls entwined,
Every glance a promise, lovingly mined.
The city hums with a thousand small joys,
Drums and laughter, and children’s toys.
Our hearts aligned, our souls entwined,
Each sound a call for hearts resigned.
Gathered together in the warmth of the night,
Candles and laughter, our spirits bright.
Our hearts aligned, our souls entwined,
Every moment a memory finely designed.
So take my hand, and walk near,
Through lantern glow and festival cheer.
Our hearts aligned, our souls entwined,
Love finds its morning, bright and kind.
And when the last firework fades from view,
I’ll still be here, waiting for you.
Our hearts aligned, our souls entwined,
Spring always returns, and so does mine.
Fairer this spring than any gone before,
Red lanterns tremble at each door;
Feasts are laid with careful art,
Incense rising from the heart.
Love stands patient, calm, and warm,
Like earth made ready for reform.
Radiant the river under flame,
Each floating light a whispered name;
Rice and wine in cups of jade,
Promises kept, though softly made.
Where many gather, none stand lone—
A thousand breaths, a single tone.
Evening bells at measured hour
Move the air with tempered power;
Every blossom, gold and slight,
Falls as one into the night.
Should petals yield before their time,
Roots remember how to climb.
Eager streets with laughter bright,
Embers bloom in velvet sky;
Every threshold opened wide,
Welcomes friends from either side.
Hearts made steadfast, hands made near,
Hold the turning of the year.
Deep the drum beneath the cheer,
Distant yet distinctly clear;
Dishes passed from hand to hand,
Draw a quiet, circling band.
Though the firecrackers flare and roam,
Daybreak always carries home.
Over cups of sugared tea,
Old grief loosens silently;
One by one the candles gleam,
Outlining a common dream.
Only this we understand:
Open hearts outlast command.
Midnight parts the darkened seam,
Morning answers what we dream.
Many voices, calm and strong,
Merge within a single song.
Love made certain, calm and wise,
Out of patient sacrifice.
And when the lantern smoke grows thin,
And quieter joys are folded in,
May you know, though crowds depart,
I have kept you in my heart.
Spring may wander, fade, or roam—
Still it finds its faithful home.