Neroli Blossoms
The mist kisses the rolling hills,
and his smile still gives her chills.
Neroli sings her siren song,
as her spellbinding aroma pulls them near.
With her hand in his she has nothing to fear.
The palms and the cypress sway,
as he whispers, come what may.
The California oaks offer shade,
and the Queen of Hearts rests in his soft gaze.
Her hands feel small in his,
offering shelter and protection,
which she surrenders to and welcomes.
He speaks to her soul,
when the wind blows cold.
Warming her heart with his eyes ablaze,
he never ceases to amaze.
His broad shoulder envelope her small frame.
He follows his instincts and is tender yet untamed.
He softly calls her name,
once again quieting her pain.
His hands read her soul's pulse,
and he pauses to reflect on what matter most.
He traces her lips with his calloused fingers,
kissing her forehead with a gentle smile that lingers.
He reads her like his favorite book taking in all her details.
Leading her back home, when her life has gone off the rails.
He listens for her heart song and recognizes its melody even when it's weak.
In her soul he finds what he seeks.
—Melina Powers
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“You cannot fake passion.”
Gorgeous neroli blossoms. Photo credit: Fragrantica