Like the simple beauty
of sand running freely
through the hourglass.
Like the feel of honey
drizzled on silken lips
fresh from the comb.
Like the refreshment of
homemade lemonade on a
hot summer's day in the
busom of the shadetree.
This is the delight of,
My Sara.
Like the soothing cool
on an Autumn eve under
a blanket of stars.
Like the ladybug upon
my knee in the garden
so newly planted.
Like the smooth skin
of your cheek against
mine when we embrace.
This is the pleasure
of My Sara.
Warm and safe as the
cotton blanket against
the morning chill.
As beautiful as the
lillies of the field.
As exciting as the
sled ride down a hill.
This is the love of
My Sara.
Like the mysteries of
time against the ages.
Like the wisdom of a
book contained in its
pages.
Like your eyes meeting
mine with gentle gazes.
This is the wonder of
My Sara.
Every being has a given
sight that is more acute
in love.
The morning as it comes
from night made awesome
from above.
That special one who's
touched your heart that
you're always thinking of.
Like the kindness of a
stranger when you're
feeling low.
Like the caring of a
friend when you're
ill and stuck abed.
Like your hand in mine
as we walk the path
of life always together.
This is the essence of
My love for My Sara.