Commercing
as a gauche bashful bud.
Blooming
as the soft patels
of a frail lovely flower.
Unique
as the first rays of the sun.
Gentle
as the cool breeze caressing my hair.
Love is
a priceless jewel.
Breaking
as easily as crystal chandeliers.
Crumpling
like the leaves of a parched branch.
Leaving
marks of intense grief
forever in my heart.
Sorrow of regrets
haunting my life until the end.
~PlatinumGal
