By: Ladyari1960~


Shall I compare thee to the roaring tide,
Beauteous in its majesty?
For your great beauty, please do not hide, 
And steal the light you’ve given me.
For benighted, alone, now stand I here,
Your caring, a welcoming fire
Your gentle hand wipes away my tear
To let my soul ever go higher.
Your gentle touch, your angel’s soul,
Your love of fun and play,
Yet once again, please, make me whole,
This, my love, to thee, I’ll pray.