All the words of love are written,
To my darling, my lover, and best friend,
I am ravished by these thoughts of you,
From every sunrise 'til the day's end.

The day we met, our journey began,
But it began with the end of another.
We brought with us Philautia love,
Loving ourselves before each other.

Ludus makes us dance in the rain,
Like children who love to play.
We joke and tease and tickle,
And we'll be forever young this way.

Eros pulls my eyes in your direction,
Consuming your body with my mind.
Its passion joins our flesh,
And sends chills along my spine.

Philia opens our hearts to one another,
As our friendship blooms like flowers.
We share interests and even secrets,
And talks that go on for hours.

Pragma should take years to mature,
But instead of 'falling' in love we 'stood.'
We committed ourselves in a mere moment,
To forever love each other, we would.

Even Storge has a presence here,
In the eyes the children see you through.
This familial love makes this a home,
And is complete because of you.

And now I find myself in Agape,
A culmination of all of the above.
It is selflessness and sacrifice,
And it is the epitome of love.

All these words of love are written,
To my darling, my lover, and best friend.
I promise you this Agape love,
From now until this journey ends.

I tried to gaze at the stars tonight,
But they just didn't seem to glow.
The moon was a little dimmer, too,
And I just wanted you to know,
That nothing tends to shine as bright,
When I'm looking at them alone.

The night's gentle breeze grazed my skin,
And it only made me miss you more.
For that's not your breath or whisper,
And it's not the touch that I adore.
There's a coldness on this summer night,
A lonely chill I can't ignore.

If I could count the words unsaid,
Of which I wished to tell you,
I'd have at least a thousand,
But here are just a few.

First of all, I'd say thank you,
Time and time again,
For the footprints you've created,
And giving me my best friend.

I'd share with you the memories,
I've been so blessed to hear.
And I'd tell you just how much you're loved.
If only you were near.

I'd tell how I can only hope,
To raise my boys like you,
For they have grown to be great men,
Just like their father, too.

I wish I could simply tell you,
These things I cannot I say.
So I'll have to send these words to heaven,
To wish you Happy Birthday.

How do you thank the one
That always puts himself last?
Who gives to you all his light
When the darkness just won't pass.

Can mere words suffice?
Should I thank him from upon my knees?
With kindness, patience, and care
As he's also the provider of these.

He proudly gives to you
The things money cannot buy.
Like his mind, his heart, his soul,
But especially his time.

If you knew The Giver like I do,
You would also choose to exhaust,
All the ways to love him,
At whatever the cost.