To the Woman I Love Most

From the day we met, she kissed me She held me in her perfect way With a warmth that even the sun could not provide I felt wanted, loved and alive Her affection was never measured out Nor with held but given as a gift more precious than gold I could not to this day find any fault in her No matter how hard I tried, her smile was her seal of perfection She was an artist at everything she did for me And the picture she painted with caring and passion Is a place I remember and dearly miss My world was her purpose, my success her happiness I remember she knelt before me as if to worshiped me And I think in her way she did She bathed me and spoke words coated with honey I have never felt so secure and safe when I was with her If only I could have the power to feel her tender ways once more I know I would be complete until the end of my days For she is an irreplaceable treasure A woman I cannot find in any other or compare her qualities All I can say now is Thank you Lord for this angel I met And I know I will see her again. Thank you for…. My Mum **Thanks Wilma for the inspiration from your poem***