Paths

Paths

The scent of wild roses fills the dawns chill air,
the sun-dance on petals, the breeze through your hair,
The warmth of your smile, your skin so fair,
the spark of your eyes and caress of your stare.

Perchance could it be that our paths lie together,
to walk life's long road in bad and fair weather?
To face winters storms, and springs breath like a feather?
True friends, conspirators, unburdened by tether?

Whither to from here, oh maiden so fair?
Shall we see what's to see beyond yonder stair?
To greet dawns sweet kiss together, a pair?
Regardless, please know, I'll always be there.