Love Will Follow You Home

So this question of love Still lingers in her lips- Do you still love me?Do you? I raise my head, look straight into her eyes to smother this Blue page of her longing. I tell her, upon your desires There is still a door of opportunity- The moonbeam in the moors exuding A lingering scent of the past; But memories like my mother's scent Begin with you, as breath of dawn, Words nurtured by blooms of hope; Touch this hope like a petal Lest it withers in your palms, Then take me the whole distance home, Perhaps I will follow you- Love will follow you home.