Flower petals fall
From a wilting bloom
The rain has long been gone
It hasn't brought it's yearned for gloom.

The blossom looks down
To the earth it sprouted from
It's back bending over
The rain, it wants it to come.

Though it's death is near
A new plant will arise
From the seeds it drops
And the rain falling from high.

When the next blossom blooms
It will smile up at the sky
But until it can be born
Another has to die.

what can i say,
that hasn't already been said?
in the epic stories
in the love poems recited
too many times.

i could try to make up
lines saying how you
make me feel

but i can't.
because, words cannot
describe it.
words cannot describe how
fast my heart races.
words cannot describe how
what your lips feel like.
words cannot describe how
your eyes paralyze me.
words cannot describe

how perfect you are.

i tried
in this silly poem
still, it does you no justice

i will keep trying
thinking of words that describe
your beauty

there are so many words in the dictionary.

but none describe you

I lie in bed, a lazy girl
dreamy smiled and and sleepy eyed,
your latest sonnet on my pillow –
my latest heartbeat, amplified.