You are who I see when I close the lids to my eyes; your everlasting love so vast like the sky. I feel your soft touch when the wind blows against my skin and I imagine your face forming in the clouds; sensing your presence as the sun sets in. So vivid are the paintings brushed across the horizon, mesmerizing even. Is all of this beauty not a reminder of what love is? You are love to me…and I reflect what I see. When I write, you are in my thoughts, my poems are remnants of the footprints you left behind in my mind.