Pulling flowers out of the grass,
Holding them in the sunlight,
Then let them fall ,
Past those deep eyes which hold me,
And that sparkling smile.
The mouth that spins that voice,
So unsuspected but enchanting.
Sitting there for hours on end,
Content to bask in optimistic sunshine.
There is no breeze,
To unsettle your hair,
Or to send a shiver
Arcing through my back.
But that needed no breeze.