Jon Merk photo
As night slowly covers the sky,
And morn after morn ambles by,
So has your soft inner glow
Gently captured my eye.
Not like cresting a tall mountain peak,
Or like eagle and hawk, beak to beak,
Before the need even to speak,
It's your beauty I seek.
As sure as the blue sky above,
As snug as a hand fits its glove,
I surprise my heart - quiet grey dove -
Thinking this must be love.