"Spring Alone" or what would be a good title for this poem?

Question:The spring sky appears blue today.
As I sit unaided, lonesome and jaded.
The illusion of you has gone long and faded.
And the spring blue sky is happy and aided.
Your image and skin fail to be with me
Your features have slipped away far away,
I cry and I whisper and wish for you to see.
The spring blue sky shines with glee at me.

Palms move slowly with waves of joy
My heart moves backwards lonesome and coy
The cloud outline structures of their love
I’ve searched for your picture one I think of
The birds find their nest from their fellows’ feathers
but Your picture is lost in book or a letter.
The spring blue sky is happy, with fine intimate weather.

The wind plays a song of love in the air
My heart complains that distance no fair
I miss you like trees miss a spring wind.
I miss you my love, I miss you my friend.
A cherry blossom tree springs blissful and pleasing
Its aroma is delightful and striking.
Magnificent it would be if I could sense you.

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: The spring sky appears blue today.
As I sit unaided, lonesome and jaded.
The illusion of you has gone long and faded.
And the spring blue sky is happy and aided.
Your image and skin fail to be with me
Your features have slipped away far away,
I cry and I whisper and wish for you to see.
The spring blue sky shines with glee at me.

Palms move slowly with waves of joy
My heart moves backwards lonesome and coy
The cloud outline structures of their love
I’ve searched for your picture one I think of
The birds find their nest from their fellows’ feathers
but Your picture is lost in book or a letter.
The spring blue sky is happy, with fine intimate weather.

The wind plays a song of love in the air
My heart complains that distance no fair
I miss you like trees miss a spring wind.
I miss you my love, I miss you my friend.
A cherry blossom tree springs blissful and pleasing
Its aroma is delightful and striking.
Magnificent it would be if I could sense you.

i like spring alone this is a good poem..

Before you pick a title...consider: Springtime rains...cold turning warm...and early pastels in shade of... Spring sunshine warms...daylight comes earlier now...wisps of wind that hurry...gusts that...scents of Spring...buds bursting...soft colors awash...cloudy days turn bright... I guess what I'm trying to say is...use the reader senses of common ordinary things that happen every Spring to pick up on your deeper thoughts...

Spring Longing

Just my 2￠ worth.

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