Your name rolls off my tongue,
Gliding gracefully into the air
Like a flower unfurling
Its petals.
Your dark hair is woven
Into tightly spun
Curls
and waves.
It moves like the grass
On a breezy day.
Your eyes speak of autumn,
Rings of brown and green
Like leaves watching their brothers
Fall to the ground.
Your smile brings me warmth,
The summer sun
On a hot August day.
I do not seek solace under a tree,
Or a dip in cool water.
I bask in the light,
Watching as it throws shadows
Across the lawn.
You can whisper your words,
Or call them out joyfully,
Like the wind through the trees
And bushes.
I watch your garden from afar,
Daring myself to open the gate,
Yet only taking a step inside.
But, if you were to call to me,
Take my hand and guide me,
We could spend the seasons
Together.
Two flowers held together
By a single stem.
