Could I be
The first thing dawning on your mind
The morning sun as you draw the blind
The first words upon your lips
The touch beneath your fingertips
The easing of your furrowed brow
The skipped beat that your heart allows
Your saviour in your hour of need
The meal that satisfies your greed
The rapture in your aching breast
A longing only I can suppress
The hands that mark the hours, the days
All you need in every way
The only one that you adore
Could I be all this, and so much more?
