As soft as the petals of spring's first bud
Was her cheek 'neath my finger tips.
Long, so long, had I hoped to touch her,
Nights together yet shyness riddled
Throughout our words.
So familiar were her stories,
My heart knew her from first sight.
And from her cheek to shoulders,
To her waist went my arms,
Outstretched to a shared embrace,
Her beating heart against mine,
Louder than the rain.
'Neath beads of running water
And winter's watchful eye
Our lips finally touched,
Slowly but confident, knowing, finally,
The cosmos had brought us
To this place
We called one.