--NOTE: this POEM was based on a PICTURE i was...
Atop a mountain...

You are my mom
working hard at what you do best...

He's what you'd call imperfect
The soft brown hair...

Those numbers
so clear yet so faint...

Those words he said
scar her forever...

The secret she hides
so deep inside...

Nature has silent secrets
that we do not know of...

The colors of
yellow, pink, and orange...

Let them be as peacocks
adored, beautiful, loved...

Watching the sunset
at the egde of the beach...

Oh. how i enjoy flowers,
the lovely fragrances...

Somewhere out there,
my prince awaits me...