Who are you to me?
You are my river, you are my voice, you are my sanity,
In your eyes I find my home, in your embrace I find my balance,
In your presence I find my acceptance, in your disagreement I find my refinement,
To me you are beautiful, regardless of the wrinkles or the age,
The gray in your beard, doesn’t dim the sparkle in your eyes,
Who are you to me? Better to ask who you are not.
All I know is, love and friendship are rare in this world,
And with you I have both even when we disagree,
About the amount of salt that should go into dinner, or the color of our sheets,
Or whether or not we should adopt, or how to handle the jolts that life sends our way.
Who are you to me? You are a gift, who gives yourself.
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