Spring flowers

Her spring flora shatters out,
 Like the fervent pain of silent love.
With their inhales comes the
 Reminiscence of my old lyrics.
 My heart, all on a  sudden dance
 like green leaves of desire.
My love came out in colors;
 But her touch is in my limbs,
and her voice comes across
the aromatic fields.
Her gaze is in the sad depth
 Of the blue sky,
But where are her eyes,
To pour lights and shades
Her kisses flit in the air,
But where are her lips,
To taste the sweet honey
Her pain bleeds into the heart,
But where are breasts,
To feed the fluid of love
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI