What You Are

The clouds high above you fight to be the one
That catches your eye through light of the sun
To let you sigh, and all the birds that sing
Hope that your ears hear the music they bring.

People you barely know depend on you
To brighten their days, like you always do
And to strangers you're a pleasant surprise
In your company, look how the time flies.

To the entire world you're a precious gift
Who always finds ways to make spirits lift
The whole earth's lucky, and for the last line:
I'm the luckiest; because you are mine.

1987 WetSpot Poetry

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