Breeze of difference

Soft and sudel as a breeze,
Softly, swiftly blow the trees,
A smile forms upon a face,
Picturing a perfect place,
Pure of hart, with love in mind,
Fallowing a hope so blind,
So sweet the sent of drizzeld rain,
Warmth and comfort unexplained,
Reflecting light beneath the sun,
Through each vain emotions run,
Mesmerized by patient time,
With essence of a soul so kind.

Written at age: 17
To my husband