Exultation

The seed sprouted into a sapling
I willed it on to green
soon amidst the greens I saw pink,
may be real or just a dream.
Then I felt the flutter
of youthful exuberance
touch me, engulf me, entice me;
as I watched the dream unfold
right before my eyes, when
from amidst the bud emerged
a blooming, blushing, charming You
my lips rushed to claim, with a brush on dew.