WHAT YOU ARE

A love poem...

 

You are music, softly sung, In the air the notes are hung. Moonlight magic on the breeze... This is what you are to me. You are natures' breath in spring. Golden aspen leaves that cling. When it's winter you are snow, You're the summer sun that glows. You are words of silken hue, Dancing through my skies of blue. Playing simple parts in tune, Singing love beneath the moon. You are arms to hold me tight, Through the darkness of the night. Should the bough begin to break, You have learned to give....not take. ~~ 'Ti amo my love.'