Love , like a ribbon

Love tied itself

around my wrist like a ribbon.

On the day of love

( as the world says it should be)

the sun hit my heart like a gong

wakening me once more

to the newness of it all.

Dreaming of the month

when we escape away

to a little cottage

where the wind rose blooms.

There will be
lobster pots
and gulls circling high

and ( hopefully)

the sun shining  like a noonday star.

Love, like a ribbon.

Tied around us.

Always.