When daffodils cry

I remember the night
when
the winds lay still
and
we held each other
dearly
as we, listened
to the sacred thoughts
of daffodils, as they
shed their joyful tears
beneath
the moon, unsheathed
in full splendor
cast
its rippled reflection
upon the placid lake, as we
melt
and our hearts 
pour into each other
from that moment,
we knew
that love
was not an illusion…