My warrior, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you see and embrace,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the marbles in place.
Let me compare you to a golden bay?
You are born wild, protective and dark.
Intense breeze warms the sand dune dancers of May,
And like springtime there is a mysterious spark.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your collective words, mana and soul.
Thinking of your beating heart fills my days.
My love for you is the directive goal.
Now I must away with a lifelong heart,
Remember my strong words whilst we’re apart.
100 days 100 confessions 