Love... Poem by Cybel Bergula

Why does flower bow?
In a heart of vows;
Why does its fragrance spread?
Beneath the wind beads;

While a heart drubs,
Moment ajar with loved,
Blew by an evening breeze,
Underneath pry cling to freeze.

On this cold dark night,
Beneath the silent moonlight,
There’s a promise that light,
As a jest of loved bright.

A handful of whisper,
Promise to care,
All warmth to share,
Memories of happiness are building forever.