The Beauty Of Your Heart. Poem by Michael Cochrane

Sitting on our wooden bench in the afternoon sunshine, I reflect on the many moments of true peace in our garden of flowers. The birds sing and we have tea and sandwiches, you doing your crossword and me remembering the last time we were in Tuscany, the beauty of the hills and the villages we visited together in love. The beauty of your heart won me long ago, and im reminded each and every day with your loving smile.