Small flower, rose-petal girl,
I want to see you again
When a spring breeze gently blows
Through the budding trees.
Delicate one, unimaginably beautiful one,
I desire to touch the sun
As it tenderly kisses your hair;
You have made the world become
A valley of pleasurable dreams.
When I see you,
Life is the miracle of eternal youth;
I behave like a young boy
Who walks a girl home from school,
But is too shy to speak to her.
There is an endlessly dazzling blue sky
With gorgeous white clouds that hypnotize;
I could forever be in a trance
Following the sway of your skirt
And breathing the perfume of your blouse.
Every time you smile,
A poet should be writing a poem
With softly falling tears
In both his eyes;
Undoubtedly, you are
An elegantly burning candle
That romantically brightens
Every room you enter.
Uriah Hamilton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rose-petal-girl/
