she who makes my heart flutter like flames & butterfly wings in her smile has my soul found the eternal sunshine of life the warm touch of the sky, and the blue tenderness of distance melting liquid gaze of her eyes like waterfalls in secluded forests white songs of passionate silence before the delight of storms
she who colors my soul with fragrant rainbows of spring flowers in sweeping fields of paint that her hands spread across my world in crimson illuminations, and enchantment of summer skies
she is the one that i always wait for, seeking her in the sunset and stars she is the one who has made my face bloom in silent and secret rapture the bliss that knows no name, like the sudden blush of earth when winter dies…
An occasional writer but a regular thinker, Beryl sometimes fiddles in speculative fiction. He sees both humour and tragedy in everyday events and is extremely concerned with the fate of other creatures trapped in the monstrous march of 21st-century human civilization.