We lay in your bed,
face to face—I see your eyes close, you're dozing off.
I stare at you, in admiration--
in this moment I'm so elated.
Yin yang tapestry hangs right above your bed--
I lean over and plant a kiss on your forehead.
In this life when things seem to be full of chaos, he is---
my sense of comfort
the calm to my storm,
the umbrella to my rain,
the warmth on cold nights,
my light in the dark,
...the kind of supportive soul, I never thought I’d meet in this lifetime.
Yin to Yang-Yang to Yin; limb to limb--skin to skin, my heart he wins.
In this instance, I believe in love, I do—there’s proof.
He acts as my balance when all seems unstable—
always willing and able,
to assist in any type of way,
all the right words to say—
always right time,
even in the delays.
Love like a yellow dragon fruit---
I can’t help but to admire and stare.
I wonder will his words always ring true,
"I'll always be there...."