You are my Song

If I could, I would give you a summer breeze;

I’d give you sunlight,

to turn your eyes into jewels.

I would package the smell of fresh grass,

and give it to you with a note that says;

you are wilder than the song of the wind.

We hit the road and drive into the setting sun;

the rays set you aglow.

I play your favorite song for you,

over and over again, on my old guitar,

just to see you close your eyes and smile.

And I am taking notes;

you are more of a song than music itself.

We listen to the owls as the cool night falls,

and the stars come out just for you.

I do not wake you up,

when you fall asleep on my shoulder.

I hold you close,

listen to what your heartbeat sings;

lyrics only I understand.

You are so peaceful in your sleep,

for one so wild when awake.

You are a song,

more alive than freedom;

and you are my song.

This poem is about two of my characters. :)