She came in like a raging storm and shattered my heart,
Yet I wrote poems for her, day and night.
Wandering in a garden of tulips and poppies,
Only her face could make me truly happy.
I wished for her breath to grace me each morning,
Laughed at her lamest jokes, even when they were boring.
Like the essence surrounding a flower,
My footprints seemed to read her every hour.
I never knew silence could stutter until I met her,
Her memories consumed me, hour by hour.
I haven’t felt the softness of snow,
But I did when I kissed her lips three times in a row.