YOU

You are a bed of roses,

My lap of luxury,

You are the incense bearer,

My sun at noonday,

You are a concerted piece,

My first blush love,

You are my field of inquiry,

My only right scent,

You are never a shadow of doubt,

My uppermost in my thoughts,

You are the wise one in my generation,

My sum and substance,

My stage whisper,

With you my love nothing is a miss.