Since we met, I've become awakened to the notion
That your scent permeates the world.

Little flowers blossom into my day:
Glistening thoughts, honey
The state of Oregon, the words of strangers.

And that certain aroma wafts up to my brain,
And creation celebrates itself in my synapses.

And when you come around--
When you are actually there,
Impossibly strong and delicate at the same time,
Loud as heaven's trumpets and yet the softest whisper of time,
Before my very eyes...
It all makes sense.

That the sweetest things in life,
The strange little flowers
The wafting scent on the breeze
Were sent from the short girl
With easy brown eyes
And long, bushy brown hair
To tell me she loves me
And wants to crawl up into my bed beside me
And fall asleep in my arms.