It is the moment that takes your breath away
but is lost to the day.
It is the rose given, as a symbol of love,
but now is just a memory as it lies withering thereof.
It is the faint strains of the song you were singing
with a twinkle in your eye and your body swaying.
It is the wreath of flowers delicately woven into a lei
as the petals dissolve one by one as the recipient plays.
It is the comforting word,
as a friend mourns.
It is family and friends, both near and far away
that fills the heart with new promises for the day.
It is the presence, whether in or out of love
revealed in the actions above.