The shiny white expanse of the night sky;
or the glittering garments of a rainbow;
none can compare with the sun’s radiance;
save, my dear, your face’s glow.
Parchments will, one day, be gone;
these writings gone, the present past;
yet your presence will prevail in my life;
wherever I am, in this world vast.
Several years ahead, when I’ll look back;
and marvel upon the time spent with you;
I will be as I am today;
always, my dear, there for you.
For you have given me peace and pleasure;
and kept my heart light as a feather.