Your face is the first thing I see
on waking with the morning
and the last thing my tired eyes can hold
as they lose their grip on the day.
I carry the colour of your hair
like a flag to lead me through the hours
until I can its proud glory bring back to you
and lay it at your feet.
You have been my solace and my soul
and so often my reason for rising
you have kept me from the depths I might have found
and made me raise my face to your light.
You are my love and my friend
my rock and my home
you are my life and my heart and my world
Will you be my valentine?
Feb 14, 2010
Feb 14, 2010 at 12:42 AM UTC
Your face is the first thing I see
on waking with the morning
and the last thing my tired eyes can hold
as they lose their grip on the day.
I carry the colour of your hair
like a flag to lead me through the hours
until I can its proud glory bring back to you
and lay it at your feet.
You have been my solace and my soul
and so often my reason for rising
you have kept me from the depths I might have found
and made me raise my face to your light.
You are my love and my friend
my rock and my home
you are my life and my heart and my world
Will you be my valentine?