Your smile gives the warmth of sunshine:
I see In thine eyes  moonlight’s glow.
Serenity surrounds your graceful ways
here, and wherever you come or go.

The gentle breeze of Springtime
whispers thy name into the air,
while  colours of the seasons
shine reflected in thine hair.

You: the woman I shape with words:
with thee as the subject matter
no amount of poetry nor prose
could ever suffice in language.

The past is thy tutor. The present
pure nature of thine. The future is
faith in our troth. Eternal Woman.
Thou.

TOBIAS