Loves Soft Greeting

As I gently sit at my desk
Pen in hand
My other poised upon my cheek
In in deep thought of you-

A smile creeps across
Moist lips
The heart beats a rhythmic melody
For two.

As two thoughts that was,
Is and always shall be
No matter how the tides roll past.

Some say,
It was only love from afar
In a young girls fancy-

But I, in this love
Has kept hopeful dreams alive-
As the pen drops
A hand is released
Cupping the greeting dove.

-HRM Deborah