A Love Letter
When I was (much) younger I wrote love letters to flowers. This one was about my favorite azalea at the house I grew up in.
The days grow warmer, the sun shines brighter,
Shyly you peak out, gazing at the sky.
Joyfully, the sun kisses your face,
Joyfully, I kiss you.
Dressed in beautiful pink, you seem like hope,
Close your eyes, capture my heart.
Long have I waited for you,
Long have you been gone.
For these few weeks you are glorious,
For these few weeks I will spend with you,
And wait for your return.