I came to you one rainy day morning
With intentions on cheering you up...

I guess you can say I'm drawn to your same...
Cause your long slendering curves arouse my every...

Beauty are those brushstrokes
That beholds the holder's eye...

I know I'm not the most talkative
Poet on this site...

There's not much difference
From sprouting trees or flowering buds...

Happiness is a possession
Our joyiful ways...

If I could bring you back
With words of compressed air...

Is it the Sun that winds the clock
Or the clock that moves the Sun...

Those pains that's imprisoned
In our heart of hearts...

The footprints of yesterday
Have wondered into today...

Could a flower still compete
Without it's pigments of glee...

It's the little things that money can't buy
That the hands of time can't unwind...