Is it the flowers?

Is it the flowers?

Enormous blooms,

Orchids and lilies,

With a rose

Or two.

A spray of greenery

To set it all off.

Such an aroma,

Filling a room

Already bursting

With emotion.

A gentle surprise

When you walk through the door.

It wraps itself

Around the weary

Traveller,

Shelters the

Journeyed soul,

And gives it rest.

Fills hearts with love,

Raises the spirits,

And nurtures a burning passion

Without words.

A knowing room,

Replenished with

Smiles

And gentle kisses,

Replete with a hidden love note,

Placed in the pocket of

An overcoat.

Never written in haste,

Words too precious to waste,

Gentle reminders

To the romantic heart,

Of a truth that is shared

When far apart,

And it will

Draw you home,

Wherever you roam,

To the welcome,

And comfort

Of your own,

Sacred hearth.