Traces of Love

Love is-
Sensing a whiff
of your fragrance
in air,
deeming courtship
as being my flair,
Maybe a murmur
in candlelight dinner...
glittering eyes
can make hope a winner.
Words are tender
entwined in love,
gleaming smiles
alight the expanse above.

Maybe not a sketch
of fable and fiction
Must be a triumph
for firm conviction.
Perhaps an urge
of altruist vocation,
lesson in tenderness
for making decision.
Image of my soul mirrors
In your peer
Locates in a nook of mind
Lurks the fear
May I not lose you ever
-being so near.