A Storm in Spring.

Poetry speaks.

Fingers playing pretty

upon the window sill.

Tap tap tapping

along with the rain.

Glassy eyes stare

like never before.

None could be as beautiful

as the perfect storm

steals her heart.

Emotions dancing wild

upon the single room.

Far far away

in a new place

 as spring time begins.

A smile shining bright

like the sun above.

None could be as handsome

as the cherry blossoms

hold his dream.

Love is unconditional

yet will sometimes change.

Passion is persistent,

yet never the same.

Rainy day,

you lost your lover

to a man that holds her closer.

Is that why you make him hurt?

Spring time,

you lost your child

to a girl that became his flower.

Is that why you make her cry?

It was a perfect storm

that took him.

As rain hits the ground,

He covers his ears.

It was a cherry blossom

that she clenched in her hand.

As petals fill the sky,

She covers her eyes.

Fingers sitting gracefully

upon the window sill.

Tap tap tapping

is the one upon the other side.

Blurry eyes shining upon

the rain self started.

None was as beautiful

when the perfect storm stole

her heart.