Bud of Mine

BUD OF MINE

Bud of mine

You guise so divine

You flee from heaven

And united my umbel.

Kicking, punching,

Swaying around

In my womb

You make aura renowned.

The day arrived

I know no anguish

You in my hands

Still and serene.

Feather tough, rosy scent

Twinkling eyes

That gaze me

Resembling a discern touch.

Months pass by

My bud blossoming

With florescent colors

Of crimson, pink and green.

Crimson smile as Primrose

Pink eyes as Tulip

Green as the Emerald

Your aura in my garden appealed.

Crawling, mumbling

And falling by

Hurry you do

To toddle and fly.

Crystal brook is the twinkling eyes

That engender a feeling of rejoice

Oh you bud of mine

You guise so divine.