• You are the glowing sun in a frozen meadow,
    a warm blanket on a winter's night,
    the artist's pencil,
    the creation of my second chance.

    You are a bushel of apples, ripe and new,
    a young bird about to fly,
    a pillow of downy comfort,
    the relaxation in a hug.

    You are the North Star, showing the way,
    my guide in the darkest hours,
    more precious than gold,
    or the jewels of the Aztecs.

    You are my love,
    and I am yours.