Sunshine on a winter's afternoon

Sunshine on a winter's afternoon 

Is always special.

There is a quality to

in its chilliness

Which confuses the senses

And its briefness

Followed by a dark

And frosty evening

Or perhaps mist.

So different and short lived.

Time for tea

It is by the singing of my heart

It is by the singing of my heart that I know you

And that my heart beats to your rhythm now.

That frightens me a little..

I am not used to it,

And the sharing of my bed with all that means

And that it feels as if it was always so

And you know it wasn't

I shouldn't feel used to it.

Your face has been a part of me so long

You were always there with us, caring

Though reluctantly at first.

You didn't make the choice

Nor I.

It was reluctantly at first

And no, I shouldn't feel used to it.