You Were His Poem

Huddled by the hearth’s warm glow,

His hands found solace from the snow.

Gazing into dancing flames,

Burning eyes mirrored passion’s claims.

Roused by dawn’s gentle caress,

Nature’s rebirth he’d witness.

Radiant light graced his sight,

As a new day banished the night.

Crimson lips, a rosebud’s hue,

Smiled at the world made anew.

He gathered blooms from field and dell,

Fragrant gifts for his love to dwell.

Gently brushing her shoulders fair,

He tucked chamomile in her hair.

Two souls entwined in nature’s embrace,

Love’s tender blossoms graced her face.

Babbling brooks now hushed and still,

Rains could never their ardor chill.

Amidst the park’s golden plumage,

Crisp leaves danced to love’s sweet gage.