Cara Mia

You braid the sun's rays in your hair, cara mia,

While the robins sing verses in pentameter.

Glory is a virtue beguiling others, but in you

It forms like sparkling dewdrops along your skin,

To be savored by the warmth of the afternoon.

Such splendor speaks to me, implores me,

Invites me to surrender my strong arms to you,

Cross the lost oceans of despair to wake with

Cherry blossoms in my hair. Your radiance

Requires a moment to process. Give me but one,

And I shall fill the next with the passion you seek.