Treasure Island

Jesus James Llorico


I Saw You


'I saw you standing beside the tree
Surrounded by lush of greenery
A beauty that everyone would be
Jealous to this pleasure that I see
As gentle winds whispers tenderly
At nearby hills and through the valley
The meadow glows as hearts befell
This stellar night that spread magic spell
As my joyous heart sings to the moon
Serenading with a soothing tune
With flowers, dreams and tender songs
And butterflies dancing all along
Filled with praise and astounding passion
This flourish display of perfection
Standing like a sweet flawless portrait
That transformed me to be a poet! '

Submitted: Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Edited: Saturday, September 14, 2013

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