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
