The wild in your laughter is something I wish
I could keep in a jar to sip from
on a rainy day.
The colors of the Earth come alive in your eyes
when magic flows through the air as you sing.
Your hair flies freely
while the wind kisses your face
and your cheeks flush with the warmth I know
you keep guarded in your heart --
an innocent prisoner
who has not yet given up hope.
I hum at a frequency
only you can hear without sound.
Your soul is remarkable, untouchable.
You're my favorite book,
one I could read a thousand times
because it is the only thing that can see me
at the turn of every page.
You are my best win,
my favorite piece of poetry;
on my toughest day,
you are the mirror that I know I can look into
to see the real truth.
You are my best friend, the warmest blanket,
the tallest tree always reaching for the sky.
And when you find your leaves falling,
I dance beneath your confetti.
You bring me peace when I am tangled,
wake me up when I am numb.
You are the sand to my sea, cloud to my rain.
You fight emptiness.
You're my last dollar,
the gallon of fuel that gets me to the station,
the Ramen in the cabinet a day before payday.
I look to you
when I can't trust myself
or anyone else;
you're my guide.
I'm a plant in need of water,
and you're the sun to help me grow.
