Her

Like a firefly, you turn the darkest fields into playgrounds of light and wonder.

Like a moth drawn to your glow, I always find my way back to you.

Your soft-spoken words ease the armor forged by trauma; your gentle smiles quietly lower the walls of defense.

With palms as soft as cotton, you carry a gentle breeze wherever you go.

A queen worth seeking, a heart worth every mile.

Each journey was fulfilling, knowing I would find you at its end, and search your glittering eyes for yet another expression of love.