I celebrate your eyes-those wonderful
baby blues- because they looked at me
without restraint or shame.
I celebrate your soul who never gave
up while spending centuries looking
for his other half in order to become whole
again.
I celebrate your ******* In the darkest of
night I could find them blind and feeble.
I celebrate your tears even if they cry for
something I've said or done.
Most of all I celebrate the God that gave
me you and asked for nothing in return.
Jon York 2025