You Are All The Most Precious Things Poem by Patti Masterman

You are all of the most precious things
That eyes can behold:
You are the dancing beams of the gathering sunrise
The backlit red sky as the day draws close
The deeply lit vault of the ever changing heavens.

You are all the most desperate desires
A heart can hope for:
The frantic clasp of the trembling hand
Eyes that seek the other willing eyes
The sudden end of solitary tears.

You are all the most enduring gifts
That a soul can encompass:
A deathless love so profound
That seems to have always existed
Older than time and stronger than any fears.

You are all the most fulfilling
Moments that life can bestow:
Learning ones refuge lies in another
Finding ones purpose in anothers being
And loves truth filling the old emptiness.
You are all of the most precious things.