I wish

I wish someday,
The color of my blood,
Complements with my soul,
As kind as a giver,
Forgives and forgets,
Let go of the agenda,
Keeping hold of the specie,
I'm embraced pretty tight,
With the hue of spring,
I almost forgot three other,
Seasons which ain't spring,
None like the glorious spring,
I know someday,
The season will change,
And spring will be gone,
The playful days in sunshine,
Would become heavy for the eyes,
But for now lets,
Let go the pain of the future,
And live every second of this day,
More than a second.