Her eyes glisten like the water of the fountain
Her face as beautiful as the cherry blossom trees blooming
Her skin as delicate as the rose petals that fall
And her hair as soft as the stray kitten that calls the park it's home.
The red dress she wears compliments the flush in my cheeks when she says my name and the tulips I brought her compliment my eyes
The pine wood of the bench we sit atop degraded with time and the lattice that frames it weaved with climbing ivy.
As birds sing and bees buzz, I know that she is the one;
My rising sun.
YOU ARE READING
POETRY N STUFF
PoetrySo uh I decided for some reason to post my crappy poetry here because why not. also I like black roses if you couldn't tell
