"mouthful of love" a Sonnet #39

Rustling leaves reminisce styles of thought,
while on my walk today through the park.
Greens and blues flow forever in you,
ringing true like the bells on her shoe.

Red flows through tripped on eyes paper cuts,
of sun shone through the trees flew of doves.
Lavender buzzed flew of bees painting,
pictures of love in my eyes fainting.

Honey trees from the breeze drip silent,
honey love the bears hold out their tongues.
Golden round and round found on my knees,
holding out for the sound of the breeze.

Rustling leaves feel my heart touch the ground,
as I fall in love true with the sound.