You Are To Me As

As I stand,

My hand held in yours,

You ask a question,

Something for me to say,

To answer from all heart,

What am I to you?

My lips don’t move,

My brain doesn’t think,

My eyes don’t blink,

As my heart says that,

It beats for you o dear,

And your lips curve into a smile.

You are to me special,

As is a blue moon,

Coming once a millennium,

Or a shooting star,

Which makes a wish come true,

That is you.

You are to me beautiful,

As is a baby little,

To his mother, smiling,

Or a maiden walking,

White as snow gleaming,

That is you.

You are to me vivid,

As is the sky,

With the rising sun,

A combination of colors,

Mixed perfectly together,

That is you.

You are to me graceful,

As is a ballet dancer,

Pirouetting on her toes,

Or a swan pretty,

Approaching the shore slow,

That is you.

You are to me exquisite,

As is a carpet Persian,

With designs intricate,

From head to toe,

Made slowly with perfection,

That is you.

You are to me perfect,

As is God to his devotee,

Divine and blissful,

And forever peaceful,

Omnipresent at all times,

That is you.

You are to me,

As I am to you,

Like a glove to hand,

Or lace to a shoe,

That is we together,

Forever I can only say thus,

That I love you.