Love of bluebells bloom

Always the little bluebells blooms
Allover the meadows it grows
The slender leaves giggles
Every petal blossoms
The tiny flowers felt the joy
Of the elegant breeze
That flows down the valley,
And it whispers the love
That she waited for long
A word of hope that
She keeps till his next visit
When down the valley they meet;
The words brought back the feeling
that lay in her from birth;
And she was struck on the first
Touch of his lovely love!!