My love,

she is the summer’s sun

shinning life on spring blossoms

warming slow winter hearts.

She is a hundred thousand miles

stretching around the horizon

then sprawling atop my chest.

Some days glow dim

mourning their solemn overcasts.

Yet the sunlight through thin drapes

revives in me a certain faith

that I’ll one day know:

the rhythm of her heart beat,

which so sweetly sings a tune

to the silence between moments.

the beauty in all her precious moods,

when she dances on wood floors

or cries into my stained collar.

the bliss in her dreams,

when there is too much hope

in her cup of morning coffee.

Yes my love,

is the summer’s sun

a beacon of light

I walk towards her

softly.