Like a Billowing Kite

A triolet for "The Writer's Cramp" 

         Like a Billowing Kite


She makes my heart soar like a billowing kite.
Her smile is the warmth of the sun.
Without her, life would seem dreary and trite.
She makes my heart soar like a billowing kite.
Her presence turns cold darkness to light.
Her sweet laughter is rivaled by none.
She makes my heart soar like a billowing kite.
Her smile is the warmth of the sun.