Vasaris: A Primrose Tale

My year does not begin 'til February.
The year is made for lovers
And I am in love...

And will always be.

Even if the snow and ice moon
Shall not shine in fullness
We will find purity...

And be innocent once again.

In our garden escapes we await
The promise of spring
And our hearts ease...

As the first rose blooms.

Our aspirations do not end with the stars
We light our candles
With spirits aflame...

The whole world is illuminated.