A perfect evening
by poetrydiary
Your-eye-blue contemplative sky;
soft focus on the lazy way
once-brushed day-end clouds flow
effortlessly, like your hair
around the warm, welcome home
of another perfect evening.
Your face is in this moment
looking into me, and smiling;
looking out from me, and redefining
every plant and stone.
Time flowing like the clouds,
reflected in the river
passing slowly, this evening;
fading gently, this evening;
speaking softly, this evening;
uniquely, this evening;
as always, this evening.
I am floating, this evening,
on the eddies;
on the whispers;
on the ripples;
on the darkness,
and the mystery
of your love.
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I should have grown out of romanticism a long time ago, I sometimes think. But I didn’t. A friend of mine told me this week that love matures through romance (and maybe vice versa too?). This poem is for her.
poetry diary 
Nah! I am 58 and have a romantic streak a mile wide. It helps balance [some would say hide] a lot of the nastiness the news makes us so aware of.
Your loveliest poetry is your romantic poetry and you manage to write it without cliche which is a gift not to be looked at lightly.
And, yes, I think vice versa, as well. May you never grow out of your romanticism.
margo
Thanks Margo – I appreciate the encouragement in a sometimes difficult world, as you say.
Lovely and romantic. Nice job.
Romance is the spice of life…it’s good to be kept 🙂 The poem is absolutely gorgeous, Matthew
Your-eye-blue contemplative sky;
soft focus on the lazy way
once-brushed day-end clouds flow
effortlessly, like your hair
around the warm, welcome home
of another perfect evening.
That is SO beautiful!
Thank you Susannah – I appreciate your comment (I was pleased with the first line especially).