If Coverless You Wouldn't See
Whisking soft scents upon horizon,
Orange holds eyes within its glow,
Summers breeze caresses thine heart,
For she's mesmerized by such beauty;
Falling in lust with stunning cover,
Not tattered spine of hollowed book.
Autumn leaves dance upon night fall,
Whilst butterfly's prance within heart,
Winter holds beauty unlike any other,
As snow flakes glide gently to ground,
For I fell in love with tattered spine,
Not the hollow front cover of his book.