Inspiration

As you stand there before me, And I try not to stare, And I wonder if you see me, As I see you standing there, Those lustrous locks of flax brown hair, Cascading in curls like a waterfalls descent, Framing your beautiful face, Like a Caravaggio faced in wooden frame. As we sit and talk in quiet tones, Your sweet voice carries, Like the wind through the trees, A message so sweet sounding to my ears, And then we dance, Emotion rises like a bonfire against the autumn sky, Two people moving with one intention, Relaxed breathing softly closing