She was
the Queen of Spring;
even her softest sighs
could sing.
Daffodils sprouted
from her lips;
Lilacs grew
around her hips.
Tulips blossomed
in her eyes;
Forsythia
bedecked her thighs.
Oh, she really was
the Queen of Spring;
even her softest sighs
did sing.
- mce
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 2:40 PM UTC
