My Dearest

On the coldest night My Dearest, as winter just began

memories of her, the softest voice I hear

hovers above me, and sits alone

as my consciousness dulls I think of her, My Love

My Dearest

A thousands roses could never compete to the warmth you bring

A hundred rings will never conjure such big smiles you do to me, with just a glance

Though, My Dearest I find myself misguided by others

I yearn to hear your voice, when I am away I am drowning

You lift me, as I grasp for air only satisfied when you speak

My Dearest, you have become my new voice.

It flows within my veins, easily heard- even when you’re not present

Though you always are to me

In my days I’ve seen nothing sweeter than you

On my dark days I envision you walking toward me- not yet smiling

Your head tilted back a little and you began to slow your pace

“Watkins”

I can hear it, everything

The way you speak

The way you laugh

The way you cry

I can feel it, you.

When your cold hands intertwine with mine

When you began to shake

And when I run my thumb over yours

My Dearest

You are my muse

You are my voice

You are the warmth I feel on winter nights

You are my favorite hand to hold

The sweetest eyes to look at

You, to say the least, are my love.

My Dearest

When you speak, it moves through me

You move mountains, and calm seas

A power so great, so taken for granted

I will tell you your worth

Speak the truth

Do the things you do for me

I will Live for You.