by john C. Turner
you are the best thing to happen to me,
your love is my cool water, when i thirst....
yours is my nourishment when i hunger.
when you take me, i think i may burst;
i could get no closer to heaven
than when i am with you... unless i should die;
but, oh, what a wonderfull Death;
to know i was loved by one as wonderfull as the morning sky....
The colors of the morning are you, fresh and clean,
these are the things you are to me
you are the dew on my lips, as i taste the air;
in my mind i see the wind, soft breezes,
as your breath on my skin
the faint scent of spring flowers tease my senses,
as you come to mind
i smell the sweat-perfume of your body;
Come to me this day and I will show you all things
you are to me;
I will love you like no other;
as the sun loves the day
as the moon loves the night,
you fill me with such delight
This is what you are