Aug 2013
the beauty of Spring
the flowers you bring
go out your door
and your eyes turn to love
you pick a flower
and give it to your love.
:} :P
the flowers you bring
go out your door
and your eyes turn to love
you pick a flower
and give it to your love.
:} :P
My fantastic (and somewhat romantic) little brother wrote this poem!
Nine years old... its probs better than some of mine haha :)
enjoy
Nine years old... its probs better than some of mine haha :)
enjoy
