Honey,you are sweeter than wine,
a taste I never knew I needed until
you touched my lips.
You burn through the silence like fire,
not with destruction,
but with light that finds every shadow
inside me.

When you smile,time forgets how to move.
When you speak,even the wind seems to hush.
There is no rhyme for what you make me feel,
just the truth,pure and aching in its softness.

I do not write this to impress,
only to tell you what the stars must already know:
you are the warmth in my winter,
and the fire I never want to put out.