He must love her like the wind
Wild and free and without end

His love must be the sun
Warming life from where it’s numb

His touch must be the moon
For the soul an endless womb

His gaze must be the light
Turning darkness into color overnight

His voice must be a dance
Where angels glide in a trance

His hope must be a rainbow
Forever glowing as her halo

Her love must be an ocean
Deep it goes her devotion

© Delia Ross. 2019