She stands in silence beneath the flowers:
A glance from her could satisfy my hours
but I take pause and gaze from a distance –
Afraid of running into resistance.
Her soft beauty rests in the calm, quaint breeze
And I feel her spirit in the tall trees.
If this is love, even a little at all,
It will never be worth it if I don’t fall
hard. For her. And take the sizable plunge.
Our eyes connect and I act on a hunch.
We speak – for a moment and a millennium –
And the basis for our love has begun.
Even great beauty baffles the boldest.
A life without love is always the coldest.