My Love

All other prize possessions perish in the wind
I hold it securely as the sands of time try to alter its content
Safe and warm in your arms
A kiss will calm my butterflies
The joy when we touch
Comfort in my salty tears that they are allowed to flow
A whisper of encouragement and I can carry on
You know when the laugh is real
You listen while I tell my stories again and again
In my darkest hour when all hope is lost
You can see around the corner for me
Through your eyes I can recover.