Spring Flower

A flower blooms to reveal its splendour,
its life provided by green spring,
and as you walk they are tempted to rest in the strands of your hair,
being blown and caressed by the warm wind,
which sustains by sliding through your constitution.
I stare and behold your subliming beauty,
a walking flower you have become,
and the one I dread and long to possess...
Spring flower of mine, which I want to give colour in my life,
quicken your arrival to my heart and reside in it,
for I am jealous of that wind that caresses you
the beams of sunlight that bathe your skin...
As you walk I should stare in awe
and my emotions eager for your cherry lips,
that pins my soul and leaves me in a total incantation of your charm.
Flowers give you unselfishly their scent
and I inhale every bit of you,
for you are the sweetest one,
and the one that eases my heart,
you are the flower that blooms within me,
the one whose beauty I praise,
the one whose luminousness and hues spell-bounds me,
and I in felicity give in, you my spring flower,
you the source of my rapture

RQ
Moscow
25/5/10
21:08