YOU trace my thoughts
as an artists' pen traces their sketch book.
A writer's words along paper.
A musician and their soul.
So effortlessly displayed to the world.
A fate that was destined to be.
In brief moments of fear and self toxic traits,
YOU provide soft solace
and sure gleam of a future.
YOU trace my thoughts like butter on a skillet.
Honey in a honeycomb.
Water along a creek.
Flowing so naturally.
Every step so smooth it sends shivers down my spine.
I stop and think,
"How lucky are we to experience this life together in our forever."