December 27, 2011

My dearest,

It’s you.

It’s you the years have tasked me uncover.
It’s you my dreams have bade me discover.
It’s you the birds are trilling so sweetly of.
It’s you some heady fragrance arrests, a-waft.
It’s you the night comes ‘neath the sheets to play.
It’s you the knight who shall always remain my day.
It’s you my hymn: my truth, my never wrong.
It’s you with whom I share my life, my endless song.
It’s you my reason, my strength, my only other.
It’s you I’ve been blessed to be with, ever after.

It’s you.

Yours, ever and always.