You do not want a poem, note, rose laid at your feet,
But i write for the You, i know is deserving of everything this pen can muster

You are the opening of the dawn, taking it's time as it opens up the sky,
Entirely illuminating the spaces it can find,
Filling it with love, Joy only the dawn can bring

I know, i know,
you are still tiptoeing through the maze that shapes into circles, hills and valleys,
At the heart of each puzzle, your pen will unravel

As you glide on the summer winds into the orchestra of stringed anthems,
You are loved by the minds, eyes that feast on your words, voice and the in-between.

He came like the opening of the clouds to the morning sun,
Giving away smiles as he swept through town,
Ours was a quiet town, not many joy,
but he never knew silence

He danced through the doorways, stores and parks,
Leaving new sounds we had never heard before,
He was a force people were drawn to,
Weaving on their hearts flowery beautiful words

At first I was not into all he brought, he had fooled them,
but I was smarter,
Like he knew what I was thinking, he waltzed to me,
Lifted those bent lips and smiled at me,
Before he said a word I had fallen for him

As I write down my thoughts outside my porch, many years have gone by,
But I could never dim the fire he lit up in my heart,
It had shaken me from the slumber I called my life,
He never told me his name,
But I always had the lingering feeling that his name was Hope.