by Arben Alovic
sweet soft spring
breezes blow
i’m lost
in your waving hair
as the trees awaken
in colors of pink, white, green
the beginning
of my love
i lay on this blanket
beside you
as the sun breaks
through the petals
the sky wanted a better view
of you
as did i
even as the beauty of nature
explodes
like a painter mad
i cannot focus
on anything
but you
your aroma
your smile
the softness
of your touch
i see why the gods
envy humans
you’re the most beautiful flower
never seen before; never to exist again
sweet soft spring
your breeze blows
and in it
i found
a memory of beauty
Arben Alovic is an aspiring educator, a writer with no sense of direction, a lover of a good $1 slice of pizza and a #1 ranked player in Pokémon Showdown. He absolutely cannot write about himself in the 3rd person without it sounding like a dating profile, so instead he hopes he got you to laugh and wishes you luck, love and a good meal. Take care, and remember to respect everyone; we’re all stuck on this rock, so let’s do it smiling. ‘Til next time.
Image credit: “Cherry Blossoms,” clio1789. Flickr CC BY-NC-ND 2.0.
