Even the spring misses you, Lord!
flowers are singing to You,
can words describe your lOvE for us?___
smell of summer.
Forget your promises, Is!
like a whisper that never dies,
You don't miss anything_____
even when I do!
The fragrance of your breath, Jesus!
is in any season________
many joys are in your presence.
Happiness, suffering will End!
when You will come,
days of waiting are somewhere_____
Oh, happy day...
wind of Heaven.
- A. A. Popovici,