Bright green tufts,
of grass grow in the yard.
Each blade climbs steadily,
each sway gently,
in the early,
evening summer breeze.

The summer breeze,
gently touches your soft cheek,
as do I.
I caress its softness,
the soft, skin’s purity.

Your purity,
reaches inside of me.
Touching my mind,
grabbing hold of my soul.

As my soul rises,
my eyes rise too.
I look at your face,
and gaze into your eyes.

Your precious eyes,
stare out the window.
Intently you glance,
at the bright green tufts,
of grass that grows in the yard.