suzanne's diary for nicholas

You are the explosion of carnations
in a dark room.
Or the unexpected scent of pine
miles from Maine.

You are a full moon
that gives midnight its 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 blue marble.

You are an old lore,
a small shell,
a saved 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 a drawer
of a once sung hero.
You are honey
and cinnamon
and West Inndies 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
millenuims ago.
And you have travelled all this way
just so I could love you.
I do.

~From James Patterson's Suzanne's Diary for Nicholas

simply sweet and dear...