Thursday, September 1, 2011

You see The nature of my love.

Every time a lily sighs
The smell of spring
does all but dies,
And a fox as sly
As a dragon fly,
Can't take away
the spring in your eyes.

What falls in autumn,
Will jump in spring,
And the tumbling leaves,
Will bring up trees,
Like a knife that cuts
Through open air,
I feel your eyes,
But not your stare.

Just as the man on the moon,
Has hung on and still can,
I will always love you
With all that I am.