I've seen flowers bloom,
Smiles appear on faces of gloom,
I've seen the miracle of birth,
As well as that of contagious mirth,
I've seen the clouds gather round,
And the rains fall, thunder sound,
I've heard the music of nature play,
All this with words I can say,
But another miracle is before me,
That of love, a witness I am to see,
Its effect on a lonely soul, wanting love,
She found her mate fitting like a glove,
This is the stuff I've read about in books,
This is what movies are made of with hooks,
And here it is before me, I see it with my own eyes,
How she smiles thinking of him, I hear all her sighs,
How she laughs and walks on light-footed steps,
Never seen someone so joyous from the depths;
Of her heart, for she is filled with this love so true,
Were I a journalist, I could not describe in every hue,
What I see in her, you'd have to see it yourself,
God works in mysterious ways, but he is love; himself,
And so she has come to know love all the better,
Her hopes, dreams and desires, this love will not fetter...
© okpoet