morning petals pressed
against heated skin
and the way her sweetness
catches you off guard
all day long,
made you stretched the sky
with a brush of her words,
with a hand full of sprightly tulips.
you smiled at the tiniest petal
caught in her hair.
and like the sweetest spring breeze,
there is a gentle grace in her stillness,
an overflowing floodplain
of hearts and flowers: a reminder
of the sweet, muted tones drenched
as the cool, soft breeze and brilliant sun
soaring in perfect unison,
the slow and deliberate steps we took,
focusing on every breath,
the soft, early light
moves us along the path.
with hands full of all the gentle, quiet things
that gives you peace,
you wrote her name in flowers
it made the quiet light senses heart
whispers more gently, yet clearer.