Rekindling the Flame -A Poem

I hear her sleeping close beside me
And think back to when passion flamed
Remembering a million tiny moments
Whispers soft and sweet as a rose petal
Caresses both as light and as heavy as a careless word
Eternal glances fraught with meaning
Now all subsumed in life's minutiae
Work and school and meals to be made
Love and passion have not left us
But lies dormant waiting to be rekindled
And so I turn to stoke the fires