All The Things You Are ....a song or a poem or both

All The Things You Are 

Candlelight in the window

The soft fall of silver rain

The low moan in the distance

Of a lone outgoing train.

A rose that's wet with dew drops

A bird that's on the wing

The cooing of little babies

Lullabies their mothers sing.

There's a sweetness to the morning

There's a passion to the night

There's a softness in your kisses

There's a grip your love holds tight.

There's so many lovely, lovely things

In this world, I tell you true

But none can compare to you standing there

And the beauty I see in you.

You're the rainbow in a fresh washed sky

The smell of grass, new mown

You're the wine that's made from priceless grapes

And the harvest from love's seed, sown.

When I look at you, I hold my breath

All my eyes can do is stare

Locked onto yours so deep and warm

Forever falling there.

There's a richness to your laughter

There's a fire in your touch

There's a royalty to your face and form

Both of which I love so much.

No mortal description is good enough

No adjective can describe

Your loving heart that can't be bought

By any bill or bribe.

I hear music when I'm near you

For you glow as though a star

I'm drowned in romance and surrounded by love

And all the beautiful things you are........

You are

All the beautiful things you are.

©by Voo Shining Stone

Oct 15, 2020

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