Your soft warm touch has got the best of me,
and the delicate feel of your lips engages the soul in me.
What can I give to you?
Whatever can I say?
Is there a just payment for the rapture you give each day?
Out of all the universal wonders,
Nothing in creation matches your heart.
It’s that singular finite miracle that sets our love apart.
To say it metaphorically:
You are my blessed day.
The Sun of my great morning that helps me find my way.
Illuminate me with your brightness.
Be my star in the dark of night.
Let me embrace you at your dawning
As you continue to shine your light into my life.
© 2012 Eddie K. Phillips