You are the explosion of carnations in a dark room.Or the unexpected scent of...

You are the explosion of carnations in a dark room.
Or the unexpected scent of pine miles from the woods of Maine.
You are a full moon that gives midnight it's meaning.
And the explanation of water For all living things.
You are a compass,
a sapphire,
a bookmark.
A rare coin,
a smooth stone,
a marble.
You are an old lore, a small shell,
a saved silver dollar.
You are a fine quartz,
a feathered quill,
and a fob from a favorite watch.
You are a valentine
tattered and loved and reread a hundred times.
You are a medal found in the drawer of a once sung hero.
You are honey,
and cinnamon and West Indies spices,
lost from the boat
that was once Marco Polo's.
You are a pressed rose,
a pearl ring,
and a red perfume bottle found near the Nile.
You are an old soul from an ancient place
a thousand years, and centuries
and millenniums ago.
And you have traveled all this way
just so I could love you.
I do.