Many nights I worried,
If I would have a story.
If each and all my days,
Would be filled with love and glory.
If I could get up in the morning,
Give praise to any day,
Knowing that my sweet and I,
Wouldn’t stray away.
But one night I awoke,
And looked to my starboard side -
Away my fears began to drift
Because that face was thine.
I looked around my sleepy self,
And saw what you had brought.
A comfort and new warmth -
What a sweet and selfless thought.
What a metaphor for you and I,
That which shuts out cold.
For I see now what I feel with you
Is a safe and loving fold.
You are a beacon of light,
You are an ever-growing story.
And no words will ever fail me,
Because I know that you adore me.
