They Are...
They are words,
simple letters in a row,
black ink on white paper.
They are happiness,
the sweet sound of birds
singing to the open sky,
the gentle and resounding laughter
of our every moment together.
They are comfort,
a bright ray of sunlight
piercing the black storm,
the flood of powerful waters
that washes my pain away.
They are friendship,
the echoing of good times
that reside in our memories,
the promise of a partnership
that forever we hold dear.
They are love,
an invisible blanket of protection
stronger than iron or steel,
a sword against the dragons
who wish to separate us.
They are words,
simple letters in a row,
black ink on white paper.
But they are power,
and I write them for you,
yet cannot put into words
how important you are to me.