Ides of March

Spring is a siren
Who pours you into the sea.
She begs you for loyalty
then claims your infidelity.
She will tease you with flowers
And freeze you with rain,
Lure you with magic,
Break you into two.

Her sun on your face,
You’ll crave the burn.

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