Tulip

Walking through a field of tulips,

The soft texture of the petals, slightly translucent.

Vibrantly colorful in the evening sun,

yet this magnificent brilliance fades to none,

unlike your smile, seen even with eyes not open,

once i saw it, it could never be forgotten;

 

In a daze, a fervent stupor,

how i crave to just be able to hold her;

Her eyes like dew kissed petals, sparkling bright,

Reflecting her pure aura in the softest light

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I have to tell her that,

the tulips pale before her grace,

And that my love has found it’s place;

In the garden of her affection,

my heart is in full bloom. xoxo