True Love

I see you in the distance

you are holding a spear in your hand

waiting to pierce the fish

In the other hand you hold a flower

a red, beautiful rose

You see me and reach out and hand me the rose

You notice my fear of the sharp rock

and set the spear down.

A wind blows through the trees and grass

making waves in the quiet lake beside us.

The wind causes the flower to release from my hand.

I am not sad, for you are with me

and there are many others surrounding us.

The air becomes chilly

I do not have a jacket,

so you take off your only warmth to cover me

you never speak

but I know that you love me

Even if all the flowers around us disappear.

(c) 1989 by Heidi Collins