You look like spring
With your baby blur petals
Below dew-soft eyes
And soft breezes
Have spun your hair
Into a wistful glide
Upon your gentleness
This season suits you
In blossoms neat
Not forced, as
Natural as the paint
Of butterflies soft
Against your skin
Blessing share in smile
Tucked within
Your deft grace
Flowing smooth
Freeing calming
Peace the sun
Alight with you
Beauty in each breath
A garden
Heaven
Pausing for a stay
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