THE BEGINNINGS OF LOVE

These are the beginnings of love.
They are quiet footsteps
in the hollowed shade
near the roots of a tree,
beginnings of a journ
out of the undergrowth
that will lead to the luminated world.
But now they are tentative, tentative,
measured and uncertain.
but hopeful
like a dove
filled with the what-could-be's
of tomorrow
that could be held
in your eyes
[and your smile.]