From breakfast to lingering kisses well past midnight to make the
moment last just a bit longer, another morning with you will turn to night.
Another day of hand holding, hugs and heavenly looks;
just being so into each other, making memories to hold tight when we're alone.
Still waiting, my eyes drift to the fragrant bouquet that arrived when last
you knocked at my door.
Regal stargazer lilies for the heaven you see in my eyes,
daffodils because I'm an angel in yours.
Red tulips for your declaration of love and because I love them most.
Exotic calla lilies for beauty and freesia for trust.
Roses are lovely, but each one you gave to me was chosen with care.
I breathe deeply, inhaling the scent of your emotions surrounding me.
Love in its first bloom, nurtured by romantic intentions;
your world is the space inside your beloved's arms;
love is the flame whose embers warm you from within.
Always a cherished adventure but that much sweeter because it's you.
But flowers die and romance fades as nature intends them to do;
familiarity replaces the novelty of passion's beginning,
demanding a deeper effort to sustain what began so carelessly.
How will you answer when love's own momentum declines and
requests your strength to move it forward?
At my door, the same knock as before, this time I dread to answer.
There you stand with open arms and still more trappings of romance.
I smile and fall into your arms, swallowing the fear in my eyes before you can see,
wondering if after all the fanfare you and I will still be �we.'
Although a tear escapes to settle on your shoulder, I never have to explain to you.
Something in your voice when you said, "I swallowed my fear too."
RLT �2000
