Should the words trickle from your lips
Like honey
On a summer day
Or like jasmine
You can smell far away
like willow trees
swaying in the breeze
Like an abundance of wildflowers
Here and there
Like a bird without a cage
Standing on the stone bench
We once sat upon
Listening to the breeze
Play melodies in the air
our eyes met
And fate was set
And how we pretended
We never had to leave
I remember that day
The day you told me you loved me.