Oh, sweet breeze of this season.
It is like a sweet coated chocolate,
Whose taste may unveil when tasted;
In an immortal passage between Feelings and Love,
That the truest gives bliss of a heart.
A flower for this season could be anything.
Through their color and name has its own meaning.
Between thee and me, I may express it in writing;
If my words alone may be confusing.
Just tell me and I'll do everything.
Love kindles bright by this season.
Every countless silver-crystal dew lies a kismet.
As I end this versified words of mine.
Let me tell you something again;
You're a masterpiece of Art that blooms
Beautifully in Time.
- ( A Hearts Day Tribute To Ms. Charmie Lynne G.)-
