i'm thinking chocolate cake and red wine.
i'm thinking we fill the house with flowers:
your favorite, mine and ours.
like that time you stopped on the street,
purchased a rose in another language.
i saw it coming but that didn't
ruin the charm of the moment.
you are sweet and eager
calm and ready
young and wise.
i see your laugh lines and your eye crinkles
as whispers of what is
what was
what will be.
you are sunlight and mist,
warming and refreshing.
every moment you are something to write of.
you are a tall drink of water
and i am delirious with thirst.
