Her pink dress, the cherry blossom,
Her pale face, the white lotus,
Her sweet smell, that of lavender,
Her smile, the beautiful sunflower.
My love is bigger than the ocean,
She trembles me as does an earthquake,
Her smile is the sun shining in my face,
A volcanic eruption over my days.
Grey turns to gold when you walk past,
The moon is silver when you stare;
The sky turns a deeper blue when you breathe out,
And the simmering ignites into a flare.
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 4:01 PM UTC
Her pink dress, the cherry blossom,
Her pale face, the white lotus,
Her sweet smell, that of lavender,
Her smile, the beautiful sunflower.
My love is bigger than the ocean,
She trembles me as does an earthquake,
Her smile is the sun shining in my face,
A volcanic eruption over my days.
Grey turns to gold when you walk past,
The moon is silver when you stare;
The sky turns a deeper blue when you breathe out,
And the simmering ignites into a flare.
I don't like it that much; this was my attempt at a Renaissance poem, but it turned into a simple love poem.