New Love

In the first instance your glance was blank
like an uncertain bird, head cocked to one side.

As time passed, the world unfurled for us,
we became more bonded, understood better.

And then came spring and a fresh outlook,
an awakening of sorts to forgotten senses.

I learn more of you each time we speak,
you are a mine of precious minerals.

Your once alien outlook is now a given,
part of who you are, no longer threatening.

I am learning your world, as we set out
upon the landscape we have found.