One

My love for you
is like the first flutters
of consciousness
on a Sunday morning

the patter of rainfall
outside your window

the scent of a fresh
pot of coffee
batch of cookies
beginning

the ache of laughter
in your belly

and the wonder     sparkling
in your eyes
when you comprehend
                           the   stars

subtle, quiet
but deeply
utterly human
and endlessly
beautiful