Here In the Quiet

A description of what one person views as the proof of love.

Written for "The Daily Poem "  with the prompt: Romance. Line count = 14. No idea what type of poem it is. WINNER

Breath heavy upon my cheek,
I spy the flowers across the room.

A gift for a lover's spat,
with no memory of what it was.

We lie quietly, each listening
to the other one breathe.

I can never stay mad at you,
my love, my heart, my other self.

You try to romance me with
wine and flowers and gifts.

But to me, this is the romance--
spending time with me,

Listening, watching, attentive
to my every movement.

This is where I see your love
for me. Here in the quiet.