A Date With You

We spend a lovely time together,

you and me.

Hands clasped, skin sun-dappled,

I never lose sight of you

walking amongst the trees.

We lay in a grassy meadow where

you point out a speckled sparrow,

the sweet tang in the breeze.

I’d forgotten

how much you relish

nature’s warm embrace.

I count the drifting bees

amid swaying daffodils,

pick out silly shapes

in the clouds while

your laughter floats high,

a medley in the sky.

We picnic by a stream,

letting the cold rush over our toes.

The afternoon flies by

filled with flower crowns, love notes,

even a few unfiltered selfies

(you’re beautiful just as you are).

Your mind runs wild with

thoughts and reflections on life,

philosophy, your dreams, the unknown,

making me fall even deeper

for the parts of you I never knew.

As evening paints a rose-gold blush

we head back, contented and shy,

unwilling to divide

our conjoined hearts,

unwilling to say goodbye.

With the rising of the stars,

a realization dawns: I’m only recently

getting to know the you inside,

and I’m irrevocably in love;

I think you feel the same.

So without delay, we plan away

for our next date

in the course of this

burgeoning relationship

and it’s certain now we’ve

reached a new understanding.

We’ve seen a different face of each other;

we’ve seen our future life as one,

and we’re two sides of the same soul.

Now I know without a doubt,

I’d never pass up the chance for

a date with you, my lovely self.

With starlight clarity, I know

I won’t forgo the chance to spend

my life with you, my beautiful self.