Youn are the gentle wind of spring
Whispering softly in my ear
Saying words that flow with beauty
From you always hear.
When fluffy grey recedes
The regal Sun prevails
I feel the stinging warmth
Your touches once induced
My uninspired rose
The fatuous bees ignored
Among taller stalks
with luscious buds
That maggots, rot to the core.
You are the rain that pelts down tenderly
On the barrenness of my life
This my elixir sustained by
Clouds of thoughts so rife.