Your constant love, like sun, does light my way
As on my mountain path I toil to seek the day
And wakens feelings, once remembered, much desired
Buried under stones of hurt, by broken trust bemired
And yet, sometimes I rue the very day I first set eyes on thee
For this weak heart holds not the equal of your love for me.
And though I toil to craft the precious jewel to shine within,
I find it often cracked by flaws, scratched by pain, in places worn and thin
Yet, like heavenly fire that lances down through clouds of grey,
Still come your thunderbolts of light to blast my night away.
And though sometimes they sting with truths too long denied,
They touch the lens within my soul which takes your love and ten times magnifies.
So every day from you comes this, and this gives me the power
To send my love returning, growing stronger hour by hour.