Muse

You hair is winter fire
January embers,
the smell of unborn petals
you are a breathtaker

The wind of February
that chill touch
you are the blizzard
that has frozen my heart

You seem like a flower
in blooming phase
my allergy,
i am weak at your grace

The hot breeze of June
that’s what you are
just one touch of yours
and scorched, i fall

The autumn sadness
those rainy days
that’s what comes to my mind
when you are away
And when i can’t find you
and my heart gets bleached
the cold snow of winter
like a blanket, it warms my feet

http://kushtrimthaqi.com/2014/01/16/muse-2/