Most of All

There are not enough
Stars in the sky
To illuminate my heart
The way you did on the
Day you were born

All the oceans of this
World and those of
Distant planets cannot fill
My heart the way you do
When I am in your presence

There is no fire that can
Equal the calming warmth I
Witness when I walk beside you
Not even the sun has as much
Grace aside the stride of your step

And most of all the blues of this
Place, this home we call Earth
Cannot equal the blue of your eyes
Like the eyes of your mother
They are caught only by the
Blue of my love
For you.


© K. James Ribble

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