The sky is so blue
And the sun is shining to
And the fresh spring air
Softly blowing scented
Flowers all through the air
And and your beauty stands tall everyone stops and stairs and your truly
Beautiful and perfect and not
Even the sun is as
Truly beautiful so you.

Take the pen.
Spill the ink.
Write your heart out.

"When will you leave?" I asked.
"When you use me to grow yourself,"
replied the pain.

The bird in you wants to fly.
So why wait?
Let it soar high.

Your smile is like
the diamonds in the sky
So bright and lovely.

Today everything is dull,
and the raindrops
keep falling.