Rich With You

Rich I am with you, but richer still cause you have made for me this enchanting world, of an amazing hue. Gold and jewels hold no appeal to my heart, cause you have already given them to me. You have given me a sun made of the softest gold, encased in a blanket of aquamarine. My forests are now made of of emeralds of the greenest green, fields throughout the lands are covered by the palest peridote. Lakes run to rivers, rivers flow to the seas, all are the deepest and lightest of the sapphire hues, a beautiful swirling of blues. Winter brings me the silver snow covering all the eye can see. Night of onyx soft as velvet, scattered with diamonds as though thrown astray, when the moon shows her pearly face, throwing shadows over us as though drawing a veil over herself. I could go on, but there isn’t enough pages to write on, to explain this world you have made for me. Just for me, you have given what no one else could give. A reason for living, a meaning for being, with rubys running in my veins, I am living for you.

I know you will still love me, still see me as 16 and just as pretty from the day we first met. When my hair is silver and no longer spun gold, and when my skin is weathered not as lusterous as a pearl anymore, you will still love me and call me your Queen. For all this I don’t know what to give in return, but I will find a way to repay what you have given me.

I love you.