You are many things
To many people
Advertising your forte
Poetry my piano
Loud and soft
Quiet reflections
Of all to come
The next ten years
You are one with my love
Guessing you wear size 17 shirt
With arms long enough to reach me
Turn up your lips
Squint your eyes
Behind the camera
I am lost
In all of you
With none of me
That whines
Because it shines
Through windows brightly
Off the frame of your
Glasses rightly
Beaming from your
Mind within
Many things to many people
To me only one
Beloved above all men.
