Poetry

The sky is dull blue when I do notice you,
while a butterfly suddenly flutters
and land on your arm
on this perfect day,
 
we embrace and you do smile
wiping a string of hair out of your face
and without saying anything
we look at each other for long moments.
 
Its as if the sun hangs radiating over your hair,
as if your fragrance suddenly rises like gardenia
and you fill my eye and heart with moments
of utter beauty and happiness.