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 Mark Broussard
