Bereft of words
we sit like fools
across the wooden table.

Eyes swaying shyly
to catch glimpses
of each other.

She turns her head
to hide her flushing cheeks
and rosy curled smile.

Her blooming beauty
stirs hidden butterflies
toward spring blue skies.

8/10/17

Every night
I am blessed
to sleep in
the covenant
of your smile.

the nook
of your arms,
the shape
of your heart.

and I
have never
known
such a wonder.

this place with
you
I call home.

sunsets set
only for
the two
of us.

sunrises
rise only
for our eyes.

and love
is what we
define,

with
each kiss.
with each
new embrace.

and to the
three little
smiles
that share
our bed.

God knows.

we create
miracles.