A Question Answered

A Question Answered

Of why and how a question was asked,
and for this my heart I must unmask.
I love you for these and other things,
you’re the dew on a field in a morning of spring.
You’re honest and open for all to see,
and yet in that there is the irony.
You try and hide behind shadows and walls,
like the grass beneath the first snowfalls.
You’re kind and gentle and have good rapport,
for those you call “friend”, you always support.
Your beauty is like the new daybreak,
the soft and gentle kiss of a snowflake.
You laugh and cry, fight and prevail,
and yet you hide behind a veil.
You’re so alive and will to survive,
my strength from you this I can derive.
I love you for these and other things,
for you, my love, I would do anything.