Paper Crane

It started with a fold,
A shiny piece of paper,
With little prints of flowers,
That became of something later.

It then became a bird,
Known as a crane,
And then became a gift,
You gave to me that day.

When you handed me the crane,
I held it to the sun,
And when you handed me a card,
My heart started to run.

I read word after word,
Thinking, how sweet,
As my heart skipped,
Beat after beat.

Who knew something so little,
Could make my heart melt,
But a hand-crafted crane,
Gave me a feeling I never felt.

Now over and over,
You race through my head,
Your face and your words,
I will never forget.

It started with a fold,
A shiny piece of paper,
With little prints of flowers,
That became of something later.