Mine - Poem by Emma Atkinson
My Love, you are the sun,
By you is day begun,
And night, gentle night,
Made ever more precious
By your deep and burning light.
You are so beautiful, My Love,
I swear you were molded from the skies above.
Your eyes are two stars stolen from the midnight sky.
Your hair is tousled from the wind's sigh,
As it beheld you walking the earth,
Longing after your youthful mirth
As you laughed your deep, melodious laugh,
Stolen from the river on your behalf.
My Love, even the birds of the air envy you.
Your song runs wilder than the green vales of the wood, .
It soars in tangled melodies, yet every word is understood.
You run with the abandon of a sure-footed stag,
Your laughter echoing as you rush past,
Swifter than the northern wind.
You stole fire from the burning sky,
I see it glow in the apple of your eye.
It is enough to melt a heart of ice.
Summer follows you like a golden shadow,
And laughter surrounds you like a meadow.
There should I like to rest,
Tucked neatly into your chest,
Staring up a the sky, the sky that even envies you,
But gazes down like a doting mother.
I wouldn't have any other.
You are My Love, my joy, my everything.
The thought of you makes my heart sing.
I dare not believe you are mine.
It is a hope, gentle and young, that with the dawn entwines.
Only when you rise, the sun that by me lays,
Do I know, my smile radiant in your gaze,
That you are truly mine.
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