She longs for peace so much
That a thatched cottage appears
Round her when she sleeps.
Snowbound, a resting place for a man
Who desires small candles
And the wafts of incense
Over the dragons of his day.
Comforting words are plied as though
As natural as autonomic breath:
'See me, I love; hear me, I love.'
It is the rejoicing of an overbearing day
To stay by her side.
And the moon sighs softly.
And the gentle flakes fall.
Stan Petrovich
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-for-her/
