I miss the yellow-red flowers
And the crisp, green grass.
I miss the blue of the robin's egg
And the warm, moist dew.
All I see now is the death of Winter
And the long, slow fall of frozen tears.
All I feel now is a weighted heart
Slowly sinking into a dark ice cave.
¿Dondé esta mí primavera?
¿Cuandó volverá a mi?
A/N: The last two lines read (assuming my Spanish is correct): Where is my spring? When will he return to me.