Help me help you see yourself
the self you may not see.
Help me give you a glimpse
Of all that is special,
Of all that is true,
Of all you are to me.

My dearest love, I wish there were
some collect of words to share,
to show how you’ve seized my heart,
But lo there’s simply not enough
so instead I shall compare.

My dearest love, you are like
the sunrise at morning break,
that amber warmth that hugs the world
and kisses all life awake.
But this won’t do, it’s not enough,
for your embrace is better still
than all the rays, and all the gold
that morning lights so spill.

My dearest love, you are like
the vast blue ocean deep,
with all its life and sure expanse,
and size the mind can’t keep.
But this won’t do, it’s not enough
for your kiss is better still,
than every aquamarine hall
the seven oceans hope to fill.

My dearest love, you are like 
the melodies of birdsong
with thrill and pitch and tone,
that scores the march of day along.
But this won’t do, it’s not enough
for your very voice is better still,
than all the music, all the chords,
any creature wished to will.

My dearest love, you are like
the great mountains’ majesty,
whose peaks stop all in awe
with such grandeur rare to see.
But this won’t do, it’s not enough
for your presence is better still,
than summiting any cliff or range
others strive lifetimes to fulfill.

My dearest love, you are like
an all-consuming firelight,
that provides elemental warmth
despite the darkened night.
But this won’t do, it’s not enough
for your bright spirit is better still,
than any burning torch or flame
set atop an opaque hill.

Alas, this trial to compare,
may have been uttered all for not.
For I fail to raise a single gift or sight
that approaches you in thought.
So please, my dearest love,
know this one thing is true,
if there is such a one as one for me,
that one could only be you.