This Must Be Love

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.

A bit of fictional romantic nonsense for Susan's prompt  at   Midweek Motif Conquest