for my future love
when you looked at her
you would believe she is made of summer
she was made of the
sun and sky
and the never ending fields
on a cloudless day
and she is
and shes so much more
she is the cherry blossoms
dancing in the early spring air
she is the stillness before a storm
and she is the light on the first snow of winter
she is the type of girl that you wnat to revel in
no matter the weather
This poem is about:
Me