Colour Your World

It is spring when her words
...do not take the form of ice
......but flutter among strawberry petals
.........learning to unselfishly love.

Her eyes overflow
...with warm honey dew
......as pink ocean kisses leap
.........inside her purified soul.

She beholds grace
...and rekindles with fragility
......a heart wrought upon winter
.........now blooming in seasonal womanhood.