You are my healer, and as my eyes see her,
As easy as tides walk in, I love her,
She is ocean breeze on summer nights,
Firefly lights in majesty,
Awe inspiring, honor inducing, fairy,
Whom has not stolen, but freely holds heart,
For her precense peels back timely wounds,
Dresses them in ease and pampers them,
She in golden eyes, sees me in manner,
To which you would not believe,
For kindness, friendship, and intimacy have taken me,
And as I am worthy at her word,
She may have me,
For to many days spent folly,
To many alone,
To many worrying why I was not enough,
For when rain fell and I was fallen with it,
She is the umbrella,
The sun,
The words I love you written plainly,
And all the ones who can't see you in my eyes,
They do not speak for the world,
Nor do I,
But such ill try to give the same in words above,
To be a heart and healer in a world filled with malice,
Because joy is a choice, a gesture,
You my love, embodied it with ease,
Continuous and loving,
BW