Before spring ends, I’ll write your name
in the last light where cherry blossoms burn;
hold the wind like a secret we never earned,
let it carry the taste of rain back to us.
Your laughter lingers in thawing streets,
a fleeting chord the dusk repeats.
We’ll dance on the edge of warmer days,
trade winter hearts for brighter haze.
Before spring ends, before we fade,
promise me the night will stay—
even if petals fall away.