I.
You said this place
found you, calling
like an empty canvas
begging to be filled
and your impish smile
excited me, even more.
II.
I watched you skip
up the weed choked path,
golden hair fluttering
in the summer breeze,
like a city girl entranced
by her first taste
of freedom
III.
I noticed your mind pondering things
too fast for your eager eyes to follow
as you picked flowers
like an olive skinned nymph.
IV.
Your romantic poeticism knew
just what to do as
you placed those flowers in
a bone china vase in the sun
after we made love
like teenagers
on the dusty floor.
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