Like a spring creek, merrily trickling over the
tiny rounded pebbles in its bed, so glad
to be free of the winter.
Like the thousand and a million and the one
voices that make up the ROAR
of the largest, most glorious waterfall in the world.
Like a butterfly delicately gracing the cheek
of its favorite rosy flower,
swaying in the summer breeze.
Like the glorious vibrancy of fall, the leaves
playfully dancing in the wind, the world
alight with a thousand brilliantly colored leaves.
Like the unwritten poetry of a wintery
field, snuggled tightly under the blanket of
pristine, shimmering snow.
I think that I might love you -
I just wanted to let you know.