Rockwell Moments

The twining Wisteria's woven wild
around the porch's archway, where you read.
There, mind in comics, rocking as a child
while kettle whistles right before your bed.
 
These Rockwell moments, Kodachrome life,
when you're love's tapestried around my heart.
This love's fruition builds and grows as rife
with breaths shared as these lips must kiss to part.
 
But fade these papyrus painted thoughts
from all my mind's eye, that will never be.
For stained, indelibly, this quest I've sought,
and scenes I've quarried will live on in me.
 
With bygone thoughts, my memory oft lives
in spirit, while your true love always gives.