A tulip blooms

In the effervescent sunshine of my heart,

A ray of light I alone

Could not have created,

For not until the birds no longer sing,

Or until the trees no longer grow,

Will my infatuation know its limits. 

Your hair a melancholic autumn,

Shades of brown and hues of amber,

Your heart

A forgotten winter,

Made not by you,

But by those that came before I,

Those that loved you

Before I,

Those that hurt you

But not I,

Your eyes

A rainy spring,

Brushstrokes of hazel and details of green,

Lighting my soul a flare,

while cooling it down with its stare,

Your soul

A fiery summer

Passionate, blazing with love

Loving hard and loving often

Loving carelessly,

Loving dangerously,

And now as I find you

Loving hopelessly,

In need of someone 

that will love you endlessly,

I can’t help but think  

why not me?