What Life–by Sandy

what live lies beneath the depths of cold
of Autumns homeless dreams now brown
from Winter’s grip hope eternal springs forth
rebirth, behold the beauty buried there
green sprouting shouting calling unto me,
“Smell my perfume I make it all for thee.”
such wonder grips hold upon my heart
that God would create this for me
and so sweet Cardinal sings a song
in melodies brand knew–no one has heard,
” ’tis truth, it’s all for you, my love!
Spring comes to renew your live once more.”
Oh, to share it, shout from mountain top
and let it roll across the Seas
Breathe deep, enjoy life anew
this may be the greatest year for you!

(in lines one and two, I repeat ‘of’ closely–is this as bad as I think it is?)