Implicit

Wake up to sweet surrender,
When the earth blooms around us,
It's heaven with melting flowers,
And candles that corner the red.
A singular crash of two, a flicker,
Perfection inscribed on its palms.
Spirits of fall illuminate the sun,
With rays that pour through the window.
Velvet, pearls, all embossed,
None compare to this spring,
None compare to your warm arms,
Nor to this sweet surrender.