Poetry: Peach blossom bloomed as gorgeous as bloom rain

By: Amoureax Amant

You were dictionary at library,

expecting me to read your heart's story,

perhaps you defined love thick as mountain,

perhaps you defined love deep as ocean.

You were lily, more fragrant than daisy,

waiting for me to pick your misery,

perhaps fragrance dispersed over garden,

perhaps water lily rippled fountain.

You were fairy at edge of amber lake,

waiting in north chilled wind blowing snowflake,

perhaps you sent me book mixed with letters,

perhaps you stood by lake like white lotus.

You were hot spring sunshine in drifting snow,

melting snow buried seeds sprang up meadow.