I don't need the moon or the stars in a jar,
I just need to know exactly where you are.
It's not in the grand words or the poems I write,
But the way that you breathe in the middle of night.
The world is a chaos of noise and of gray,
But you are the peace at the end of my day.
Like the scent of the rain on the thirsty dry earth,
You showed me exactly what living is worth.
Your hand in my hand is a language so sweet,
Making my journey and heart feel complete.
I'd trade every treasure and every gold throne,
To make sure you never feel lost or alone.
In the curve of your smile, I have found my true home,
No matter how far through the world I may roam.
It's a love that is quiet, it's a love that is real,
A warmth that the winter can never quite steal.
So let the years pass and the seasons turn cold,
I'll hold to your spirit as we both grow old.
For you are my rhythm, my light, and my grace,
The only "forever" I see in a face.