My Future Is You Poem by Lillian Jamison

Your love is of the kind that reminds me of a gentle spring rain
Of which I welcome upon my face again and again

Pouring down like a sweet sunshower
You are the brilliance, and I your flower

Your words touch my heart and echo in my soul
When your body is near mine, a half becomes whole

Your voice is the whisper that waits still on the breeze
As my ears take it in, my mind is at ease

With all of my heart, love so pure and quite true
I want you to know, my future is you