Standing on the edge of the step
Filled with the heady aroma of summer
Your face appeared from out of a dream
And slipped inside my memory –
Captured in a portrait hung inside a small room
Just for me to gaze upon.
A green slope of grass stretched before me
As I laid out the knit blanket
Set out the brie and bread
Poured the sweet white wine for our small feast
And bit on my lip anticipating you.
If the words could spring forth like they should
They would shower upon you, refresh you.
Beauty like yours leaves me speechless, my fountain dry,
Searching for just the perfect combination of sounds and thoughts
To sear my awe upon your heart;
To capture and hold a lightning-bright moment
With you and never let go.