And the days are running towards spring

And the days are running towards spring, headlong,
there is more light and fun in them.
And as if I broke my head,
I rush after them aimlessly.

But there is probably still a goal:
I want to make an appointment in the spring,
discarding base flattery,
especially empty speeches.

I want to hug spring with my hand,
After all, I was separated from her for a long time.
But I dont want anyone else
madly kissed her hands.

I want to fall at her feet,
breathe in the spring air.
To the surprise of the enemies,
having settled the World with the essence of love.