The Reunion

I held her hand
Like a forlorn child,
Bereft of love
And lost in the wild.
She lifted her eyes,
In a way so tender
That the loveliest flower
In bloom can't render.
On an old teak bench,
Amidst the citrus grove,
She sat there quiet
Clad in frilly white robe.
What words were lacking,
Gentle touch did offer;
That pale hand of her
In silent surrender .
My mind was in doubt
Much as 'twas blissed -
Did I touch the finest
Silk from Far East!
The moments fleeted by;
Her hand was in mine.
Like a picture card
Frozen we were in time.
Piercing the misty shroud
And tapestry of leaves new,
The morning light flooded
The grove in lemon hue.
Much as dewdrops gleamed
On fragile blades of grass,
Tears of joy sparkled
On cheeks red with blush.
The hearts were racing,
Our fingers entwined,
The eyes were kissing -
For so long they'd pined!