My cup runneth over like mugs of beer

There is mysticism in your clothes
legends are in your prose
you remind me of sea salt from an ocean forray
Journeys of Hobbits, swords engaged
I hear the sound of flutes when you are near
my cup runneth over like mugs of beer
I see flames from torches marching on your behalf
flags unfurl whenever I hear you laugh
I think of black, I think of green, pachtouli, tobacco, and pages unwritten but seen
You are like stone hedge a sacred circle upon the earth
The trees are part of our rebirth
The birds stand at attention, the butterflies greet us
the canvas is set for all that is between us
The colors more vived. the place where I hold dear
is right in your arms with you holding me near
You are sketched upon my hearth
wrapped around my soul like a winter scarf
That is my Thank you to you. Not my best but I thought you could use a little flattery too. xoxoxo

R.