Spring Love

This is an experiment in a songwriting class, a composite of two previously written poems about the same topic, spring love. Note the repetition of pre-chorus and chorus, and the sudden appearance of a bridge towards the end.  This song is looking for a MELODY.  Any takers out there? 

Spring love, you'll see,

was never meant to last.

But fate and chance

have blessed us

to taste its incandescence -

Our paths may never cross again

as in this random moment,

our lips may never meet,

complete, again,

and spring for us, may never reappear -

I tremble at the thought of touching you,

I stumble, as we touch,

as our lips meet,

As our heartbeats synchronize.

This word is all that I possess to share,

and all is all my fragile soul can bear.

Spring love, you see,

was never meant to last:

Its budding branches

tempt us,

with fruit that's bittersweet -

I tremble at the thought of touching you:

I fear your petals may unfold

too soon, and, falling

to the ground, disintegrate.

This word is all that I possess to share,

and all is all my fragile soul can bear.

Spring love intoxicates us:

spirits fuse,

revealing in each

other secret worlds.

I tremble at the thought of touching you,

I stumble, as we touch,

as our lips meet,

As our heartbeats synchronize.

This word is all that I possess to share,

and all is all my fragile soul can bear.