Scribo Scribere

Whenever I feel low,

in blue, or else just slow,

I think of him in whom my heart delights,

think of our triumphs, not our fights.

I think of him to lift my spirits.

I want him to appear; it’s

what powers me through my day.

It makes red what once was gray.

Him in whom my heart sings.

Who brings me flowers and lovely things.

Who always brightens my day.

Who always stays when I ask him to stay.

Yes. In him I delight and thrill.

He is the best I know, and still

he ever shows to me

how he ever chose but me.

I love him when he is near.

I love how he takes my fear

and turns it into ash.

He is wise and never rash.

So, in him I will ever delight,

throughout day and into night.

We’ll be together forevermore,

whatever future is in store.