Every day, I bring her a flower.
Sometimes, more than one.
And if she asked me, I'd surely bring her
every flower under the Sun.
Every day, she makes me smile
and I always try and do the same.
But it's not hard when it comes to me ...
I need only hear her name.
Every day, I rejoice
just knowing that she is mine.
And every day that this gets older,
it ages just like a wine.
Every day is better than the last.
Every night, impossible to describe.
She is like an addiction I relish in ...
from which I'll forever imbibe.
Every day, I stare at her
just as the sun comes through our window.
Like watching an Angel, asleep beside me,
the greatest joy that I'll ever know.
Every day, feels like a dream.
Sometimes ... I fear I'll wake up.
And if this dream were some potion ...
I'd never set down that cup.
Every day, I love to hold her ...
feeling her breathe while standing by my side.
To have her look up, while in my arms
like being swept away with a tide.
Every day ... the greatest day.
The greatest I've ever known.
Every day ... the greatest love.
The greatest I've ever been shown.
This poem, from DEEP in my archives, is probably older than you are.