barn swallows take wing
cobalt streaks in the gray sky
over fields they fly

Love's vine stems from the heart;
it is ivy creeping through iron gates.
Wanders free through stony soil,
rushing stream, and bank.
It can loiter in the garden,
and fall victim to the spring rain.
But do not despair, my dear,
for its passion is like a flame:
Forever burning in its tendrils,
its coiled roots and leaves;
survives environs menace,
summer's blaze, and winter's freeze.

Lazy clouds drift by
White billows in azure sea
Pregnant with raindrops

oh moon, hanging high
glowing majestic, night sky
wax and wane, firefly

a tea bag steeping
diffusing in porcelain
drink and be happy

I will never grow tired of our love
we lie awake under the sheets
legs entangled
the softness of your feet
our late night prattle
smiles and laughter
the faint glow of the nightlight
the hum of the fan
your head finding comfort
in the crook of my arm
I brush my fingers through your hair
and kiss your cheek
we dream, we sleep