Love falls pitter-patter

 
Do you know…
You are my firefly, my kite bound by string?
A basket of words tucked close to my heart's wing?
You are my southern wind, the steps where evenings cling?
A boat heavy with roses, rainbow-touched, taking wing?


Do you understand…
You are my entire sky, a distant, deep shore?
A thatched hut by the river, tenderly loved and more?
You are my silent island, my mountain of prayer's core?
The burst of green through dry leaves' heart, life's store?


Do you recognize…
You are my little wren, my sparrow's gentle door?
Huddled in winter's quilt, dawn's dew-kissed moor?
You are my moonlit anklet, keeping night's dance score?
The bandit song of evening birds in soft winds' lore?


Do you hear…
You are my butterfly, my cuckoo-calling soul?
A song just torn from noon, pollen-kissed and whole?
You are my one morning, pulling me toward its goal?
A courtyard of flame trees in love's trembling role?


Do you see…
You are my sudden sail on the river's wide breast?
The lotus leaf's green cheek where waters come to rest?
You are the rhythm of village songs I love best?
Golden afternoon sunlight, heaven's torn bequest?