Love letter

You're like the breeze
through heavy shadows.

People are busy looking for treasure,
Love is like a letter delivered slowly,
But they mistake the blazing sun for it.

Your smile is like a ray of light,
That lights me up.
I often wonder,
If this is what love is.

The flowers are blooming slowly,
Love is a letter delivered slowly.
The more curious you get,
the less you hear back.
I know, the summer isn't over yet.

And in the dim serenity of the forest,
You're like the breeze
through heavy shadows.

©shadowofthoughts_