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.