Her smile is the morning sun of Spring
That forces back the shadow of night
I can never tell what it will bring
Nor its shape or form of delight

Each day unfolds with endless promise
Like stories recalled from a distant past
Of boundless potential and futures endless
Her affection, like a warm blanket, holds fast

Each touch, each caress, finds expression anew
Through simple words that always ring true
And echo a comforting song in my head
Leaving anything irrelevant unsaid

At days end, as sleep descends like rainfall
Your adoration is the last thing I recall