bouquet

You are the beauty in awakening

and my comfort in the evening,

patient in suffering

and hopeful in waiting.

Hold still.

Let me look at you, my love.

Your lips…delicate, curved petals.

I see a splash of baby’s breath,

a tiny accent hiding deep

in the color of your eyes.

Your face, a one-of-a-kind vase,

matchless in form

with shades of mystery.

Hold still.

Let me look at you.

I only want to behold you, Beloved.

Bouquet

a poem by Troy Cady

for Heather