I wrote this in the spirit of Valentine's Day. Hope you enjoy it. It's not about anyone in particular, but I'll admit I wouldn't have written it if a special someone wasn't in mind. Not about her, but BECAUSE of her. Thanks, Sonya. You are a true gift to me.
I don't need a gift.
It is her.
She is my candy.
She lets me taste the creamy center,
as long as I can masticate the outer coating first.
I don't need a gift.
It is her.
She is my rose.
She's soft and gentle, and when I get close
I want to smell her fragrance, but avoid the thorns.
I don't need a gift.
It is her.
She is my heart.
She gives me her love, unconditional, inviting,
and she pumps impulses all through my being.
I don't need a gift.
It is her.
She is my life.
She opens my eyes each morning with each new breath,
which turns my body to fits of wanderlust.
I don't need a gift.
It is her.
She's my soul.
My essence, my being, my reason to be...
...and I'll give anything to keep her with me.
~My gift
