You are the morning in my window,
the golden hush before the day,
the little warmth upon my skin
that makes the darkness fade away.
You are the moon above my silence,
the stars I find when nights are blue,
the song that lives between my heartbeats—
somehow, everything is you.
You are the rain upon the roses,
the ocean breathing with the shore,
the quiet hope inside my chest,
the reason I keep wanting more.
In every sunset, there you linger,
in every dream, in every view;
I close my eyes and find the world—
and every part of it is you.
If love is written into everything,
then let my heart forever prove:
you are the beginning of my everything,
and everything I am is you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem