3 weeks of spring rains,

Of Aprils and Mays our years are made-

 

3 days fly too soon,

3 kisses too few,

3 words through the glass are still due-

 

3 minutes of LOVE,

Like lifetimes for some,

Each kiss is a poem itself-

 

3 hundred goodbyes,

For too many nights,

Times 3 thousand sighs in the end-

 

3 weekends too much,

3 hours too long,

To hold hearts in our chests breaking free-

 

3 minutes of LOVE,

Are turning the Globe,

Spinning YOU closer to ME—