What You Are To Me Poem by Lillian Jamison

The first glint of sunlight
That graces your eyes
The cool refreshing breeze
On the warmest of days

An effulgent summers afternoon
Your hand cradled in mine
A soft and sultry kiss
Accompanied by a magical touch

A soothing, a sort of calming quelling
With just the tones of your voice
A touch to my heart and spirit
A moving presence that fills my soul

A friend in the truest form
A man of passion deep
The greatest lover I've known
What you are to me