There is a warmth in my heart that grows each day
like a beautiful, magical forest
That warmth is you and when I feel worn
I walk through the forest of your love.
Like a gentle breeze upon my face
or the glory of waves crashing upon timeless stones
You are love in its purest form-
a splendid mix of gentleness and strength.
As a mountain stands in endless dignity
you stand
and as fields sway with grace in the wind
you understand
I love you for your constant generosity-
always willing to give a smile-
You are the greatest of teachers
and if you were a book, it would be titled "Love"
Beautiful Poetry © Ellen M.DuBois 2002