A Sweetness

Morning and it was. 

Sweet smells, sweeter than the next, sweeter than the rest, 

gliding through the hallways, ever ghost-like, 

in its path, encouraging its victims. 

Windows shine, couches glimmer, 

even the stove top simmers. 

Clouds pace back and force as if awaiting a late guest, and pink rose sky stands on end, 

in introduction.  

Oh what a pleasant sight! 

The ever so loving light. 

Birds wake, chirping in songs of love, 

with the occasional dove. 

A stream of feathers and songs all come from the houses. 

But two. 

Their feathers ruffle and sway, these two birds, why don't they go away. 

And it was with this I saw. 

They sung together, ruffled together, and loved.

And gone. 

But, a sweetness clouded over, and with that, I saw her. 

Her. 

As bright and beautiful as the 

sun itself, tinged with the love and care of a rose. 

Then our hands closed into the other,

leading into the pink weather, 

to celebrate our day.