Of Love

It is hard to describe the feeling about flowers
The scent, the sight, the tranquil majesty of life
at its most colorful
It is even harder to feel the petals in your eyes
blooming in the spring rain
jumping out of white winter of daily chores
All the scattered mind of snowflakes
melt in one instance
and gushing out from your soul
and your beauty of mystery
I am yours too for the soaking
in the fairy tale joy
of love