This Is What You Mean To Me
You are a light at the end of a tunnel
that shines so bright that leads me to safety in the night.
You are a blanket of fleece
that wraps around me holding me tight
reassuring me it will be alright.
You are a flower so strong and bright blowing from left to right,
your fragrance so pure in flight on a warm spring night.
This is what you mean to me.
When you speak to me with such a might,
I know that I have not done right.
Your voice rumbles like a storm in the night.
When you speak to me softly after a smite,
it’s like a bird singing to me telling me all will be alright.
Now I know wrong from right.
This is what you mean to me tonight.
When you are having that gloomy day
the one you can’t shake away,
just think of that special woman
you adore waiting for you
as soon as you walk through that door.
Not the one atop the Christmas tree,
but the angel that stands next to thee through sickness and health.
The one that was a gift from God,
this is how you measure your wealth.
This is what you mean to me.
The one who stands besides you and fights,
the one who loves you whether you’re wrong or right.
This is the women I love.
My angel sent from above.
THIS IS WHAT YOU MEAN TO ME.
By Rowdy Yates
Copyright © Rowdy Yates | Year Posted 2014
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