You’re eyes are like clovers dancing in the sun, how they sway to and fro over my face.
The sweetness of Spring time has leapt into your smile – oh honeysuckle kisses.
As this season turns and youth blooms will our love too open up to the sky and be born?
How I hope Autumn never comes.
For like the dew evaporating in the heated air you too will vanish into the sunset of tomorrow.
So let us just lie here beneath the flora heavy trees and breathe.
Let the bees pollinate off the aura of tenderness between you and me.
I’m going to drown in that sea of clover.
(Happy poetry month everyone! Hope my original piece isn’t too corny, it has been many a days since I’ve written poetic things.)