The gentle loving touch of thy soul as our eyes meet,
A feeling strong enough to knock this simple man off of his feet.

My dear, luck is a word for those who gamble,
and it is luck alone that holds the power to create many a shamble.
To walk through life, thinking what we share is luck,
that, I could not handle.
For it is a blessing and a blessing alone,
that the lord has created you for my very own.

At times it is easy for this world to dim the light in my eyes,
still, you have a special way of showing me that it is only but a disguise,
and to remember the beauty in all things,
from the green grass, to the never-ending blue skies.

When feelings of happiness are misplaced, dormant, or askew,
there is no one I would rather journey with to rediscover them, but you.

In a place where all that glitters may seem to be gold,
You and I together break that very mould.
For all that glitters to our eyes,
is a life with one another,
forever, to have and to hold.

As our bodies meet, and become one,
You warmth bestows an overwhelming calmness upon me,
as a mid-summer's sun.

When I wrap my arms ever so gently around you,
Hold me close, no matter how strong the wind may blow.
For this love shall stay afloat no matter how rough the current flows.
My dear you are but an angel in plain clothes.