Richard W. Reith


She is my breath of spring,
my shade in the summer heat.
And I love her.

She is the scent of jasmine in the air,
the comfort of a soft rain,
the wonder of the star-filled firmament,
and I love her.

She is the sun in my sky,
the breeze on my cheeks,
the sound of birds in the air.
And I love her.

She caresses my senses
with the touch of love,
the wonder of peace,
the joy
of pure contentment.

To the world,
she is simply a person.
To this person,
she is simply his world.

And I love her…