The sun is the golden glow that permeates
The rainforest waits to cast a rainbow for
just one tear.
The mountains peeks to see how far the colors
The valleys below will throw in some flowers
A quick study of creation is why a poet’s
love is sincere.
As I recalled the snow falling to crystallize
The doors in our hearts open for a breath of
Cupid's arrow has always been in there.
It made its final point as love reappear.
That first kiss never did disappear.
Once upon a time is for us to share.