She hid away her colors in the frail,
 fragrant flower petals.
Her radiance that once so bright, 
forgotten and taken from your sight.
The long lost splendor, 
the missed glorious moments.
Her brilliant wild joined the joyous, 
unceasing winds.

And Her Fragrance Spreads

Your words are like flowers 
blooming for the first time
in the early days of spring. 
Charming
Mesmerizing
Glorious
Like the light pink pretty petals spilling into the winds, 
whispering intensity and sweetness. 
I find myself blushing and gliding. 
With your rhymes sending me into a lovely realm, 
I am now in your fairyland.