My Sweet Poppy

The poppies blossom in the height of the spring
amidst the seas of green and blue.
The coolest breeze kisses each petal softly,
brushing his fingertips along her most delicate floral bliss.
She trembles for a minute as the breeze floats away;
only to find that he will always come back to her
For his love for his sweet poppy will never fade.

- m.s.z.