We lie in the middle of this forest.
Your brown eyes hold the nurturing of the earth.
The green in mine reflected in the leaves above.
Genes from east and west have met,
here the best place.
The forest of tranquility,
peace resonating in this space.
Old relationship but renewed again,
just turning over the page.
Kept young by your smile,
genealogy hides your age.
Not out to conquer the world,
just a couple that happiness is the gauge.
© Deon Heemskerk 9-11-2012