-Josephine

It's time, the season has indeed blown over.
Filled with white laced clouds,
green four-leaf clovers.
Rivers lined with rainbow-striped trouts.

It's time, it's time for a walking in the plains.
In the vastness of its serenity,
graced tall light-weighted shrubbery.
Amidst of it all, stood a fine young beauty.

Delicately gathering bright yellow flowers,
she stood the loveliest of them all.
it's perfect, it's all perfect -
The perfect portrait.

Hesitant to advance any further,
I stood from a distance, admiring her graciousness,
her every move, and the gentlest of her touch.
Her sweet perfume -

Its scent carried off with the wind.
Her face; revealing glints of joy.
Those eyes; they bring back memories.
Oh miss lovely, is this all part of your evil ploy?
In which to trap me in all these deceiving fantasies!