Warm spring bathed the floor;Sheer curtains fluttered inward,The breeze, constant and mild.Your back towards me,And eyes lost in the distant mountains,Where lilies washed the horizonIn a collage of myriad hues.How wonderful the sight was—Not the horizon, nor the spring;But you,And the loveThat you are my truth.And you walked in,Towards me;The curtains parted,The breeze sneaked in,As Continue reading