'It's winter, it's winter! '-you once exclaimed with glee,
I merely stared at your bright eyes of sunshine rays,
Your laugh chilled me like running water from once frozen rivers,
With lips like morning spring dew and fresh newly-sprung grass,
I cannot fathom why a creature like you would rather love winter than spring,
When you bear that infectious smile that can burn hard ice to steam that turns to moist,
I had lost count of the butterflies in my stomach that kept on fluttering,
But the least I can say is that if spring can turn to human,
She would undoubtedly look and act so much like you...
Beautiful metaphor, nice introspection and written well. Keep up the good job, write more.
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I would like to translate this poem
if spring can turn to human ...she would look and act like you....a fantastic line i like it.....i enjoyed it too....please see my poems