Love's Dancing Petals

There are times we spend complete,
Where our minds like flowers meet,
Upon a hill, a light breeze, a dimple in your cheeks.
And we'll take ourselves to task,
but the pretense cannot last,
Cups of tea, remembering, the things we never asked.

There are roads ahead from here,
Yet this feeling it is clear,
Is evergreen, so it seems, whenever you are near.
And this timeless game is played,
though each sunset we are made,
to see the shapes, the angles cast,
are different in each shade.

There are thoughts that drift away,
Of these endless, numbered days,
the greatest gift, I've ever known,
to love you in your ways.