The sun shines the days you speak
For your voice is lighter than the air we breath
A golden brew of words and sonnets
Is more than I could prove
To you, to you
I plant a thought, a word or two
For you a rose is sweet, yet nothing compares to your saccharine smile
You write your melody of truths and desires
Yet your heart holds the ember of fires
The goodness you hold is a flame that should never dim
May the eventide bid you a magnanimous sleep
