I was going crazy hearing the dainty giggle of lively snowdrops,
As we talked about you, crouching under the dribbling treetops.
I told them how you were the whitecap of my turquoise sea,
They chuckled,"Hehe, we know," while nudging me with their buoyancy.
Clumsily, I tucked my face in my knees, to somehow muffle my blush,
Not knowing their snow had already donned a smug just from my hush.
Then, I glanced at them, nervously asking what they thought of you,
Casually, they said, "Umm... Cerulean constellation in your teeny-weeny dew."
Holding back my chuckle, I couldn't help but wonder at their innocence,
While they kept pouting at my daft, calling me nothing but "Belle of Dense".
"You see, I am truly grateful for your words," I said while tying a ribbon to their delicate wrist,
Lovingly, they kept smiling as I gifted them goodbye with a gentle kiss.
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Words on Rise
PoetryA Collection of Poems, weaved by the threads of colourful words, imaginations, and themes. ******* All the poems are part of me as I have poured my heart and soul in them.
