she is the sunset
leading on towards golden twilight
bonfires and fireflies
on a hot summer night
she is spring violets
gentle and kind
blooming, healing, helping
letting me clear my mind
she is the autumn leaves
never dreary or dull
leaving me excited
even for winter's sleepy lull
she is the first snow
a wordless glance
a warm hug
a hopeful chance
girl. whamen. what can i say