To you, I pay
The tribute of love,
When the first bird chirping,
Kisses the blue above.
When the tulip buds shed
Their shyness far away;
When the leaves drenched wet
With the dew drops of the day;
When the first drop of rain
Breaks the summer, scorching hot;
When the morning sun strikes
The trees, tall and short;
When the sea waves touch
The solitary, shingle short;
In the midst of the night
When the thunder clouds roar;
I’ve loved more and more,
That the world ever knew,
My tribute of love,
I pray to you.
This is my first attempt in a poetry writing competition. Please be kind enough to fill in your precious comments that'll help me improve my work in the future.