Red and white blooms, their leaves blowing, left my mind ubiquitous.
I felt in love.
The vision sublime.
Remember how I would write poems through the night and everyone near could wonder why?
Those were priceless moments.
The times I tried painting the picture of my love for her.
As I poured onto paper all my emotions in ink.
On the cold winter nights and rainy summer days,
I could write of happiness and pain, puppy love and how flawless she was and would forever be.
Trying to capture the inner peace.
I wrote and wrote once more and more
Releasing gently the words, both happy and sad but true.
I knew tears would fall someday, let them be.