My love, one day you might wonder.
What do I see when I look at you.
You are no fortress; you are the green grass.
The soil under my bare feet has never felt any safer.
The sun shines and scorches, and I don’t care.
You are the blue sky for the whitest of clouds.
I glance above at the expanse that you are.
Vast, yes, but you don’t scare me.
A storm from afar might, or maybe not even that.
Sometimes I’m rattled, just a tad though.
When you are a youthful river
Your rapids can drown me within seconds.
And I can’t swim. But I long for you, always.
My love, I look at you and I feel more than I see.
You are my most vivid dream, full of hope, full of warmth, and I pray, unending.