He Is

A love Song, A love Story, A lover, and friend

A husband, and mate, the breeze in the wind

My joys and tears, my pains and fears

The endlessness of sorrow

My comforter, my flame, the Hope of my tomorrow

The faith of my soul, The fate of my destiny

A passion of my heart, he brings out the very best in me

He is

A love song with no end, A melody with no descension

A story with a million and one happy endings, didn't I mention?

He is

Like a bed full of roses, and pillows of satin

fluffy and cozy, no rough spots or thorns to be found

He is

A huge bowl of icecream with swirls of every delectable and forbidden flavor spiraling 'round and 'round

His essence is sweet, like the fragrance of expensive perfume

Too much of a good thing, of which I am often consumed

When he whispers my name, it reminds me of the Church bells that toll during the noon hour on Sundays

through sunshine and rain

The melodious three syllable call of my name, conjures up the longings in my soul, and the pulsing in my

veins

He is

My Joy, My Pains, My All in All, My Everything