You Are

You are a mountain flower to me

that’s came before spring.

You have infiltrated my heart

with the quietest of arrivals.

No guns blazing here I am

Instead you are a calm sea

on a tranquil day.

Your steadfastness

brings you closer to me.

Like Boadicea in her chariot

Your unobtrusiveness

I like.

You are a singer who does not need

a mike to be heard.

Right now I am on your chess board

and I can’t predict your next move,

Nor do I know your intentions towards me.

For some reason I do not mind.

You are a mountain flower to me

Of the gentlest kind.