Like the sight of fresh dew
Thinly laid atop the blades of green,
Like the fog slowly rolling through the mountains
In grey sheets so dense,
Like the stillness of the waters
Yet unbroken by the morning,
Like the slight crackle of a fire
So dimly lit under the moons’s glow,
Like the gentle breeze so crisp
Rustling the newly turned leaves.
These are the things I imagine
When I think of your love.
So calm, yet so strikingly beautiful.
So simple, yet revealing such complexity.
Your love is apparent even in the quiet,
In the placidity,
In the undisturbed,
Your love is calm.