I stirred from my bed in
inspiring fear,
lifting my head slowly
from the chilled silk
pillowcase, and the
sun trying to clothe
me so early.....
all I could touch,
centimeters away,
were white
daffodils
running innocently
down the sides of
our quilts.
Shaking the fuzziness
from my eyes,
and tousling my hair
in an effort to focus,
I readily spoke your name.
You answered me
in bright whispers,
There is no beauty
without you.
And I want to tell you
what's been snagging my
concentration for too long.
I love you, and not a
thousand billion flowers
could ever hold the way
I love when I know
you're here.
You are the poetry
written inside my heart....
You're everything, you know?
And every other word,
except the words of love,
became nonexistent.
Because without our promise
of love, even flowers lose
their eternal scent.
And every small word
we said to each other,
was never rushed between
tomorrows, but brought
forth from close moments
where we smiled at the
truth of being everything.
