Ode to My Love

My Love, he cannot be described
For his traits are only felt, not heard,
But only one as close as I
Could, to the beautiful imperfection, subscribe.

He wraps his warm hand
Around my frozen fingers,
Showing opposites do, indeed attract.
The emanating warmth is fantastically grand.

Sweet nothings whispered
Mean so much more than nothing,
Rarely though they appear;
Every time, the love brightens, fire pulsing.

Gentle embrace completes me,
It makes my day, everyday.
If ever a day I had to go without him
Negative would be my level of esprit.

His sweet voice is like music,
Always, I long to hear it.
The kindness in his words
Is unprecedented and centric.

Always smiling, My Love,
Almost never down.
The situation doesn’t matter,
He brings the cheer, demolishes frowns.

By my side when I need him,
Or available when I call out.
All the goodness in his heart now not near,
But as time goes on, the gap slowly slims.