Magic is
a light that
your eyes
are all to
familiar
with.

It dances there
in you
eyes when
you greet me
each morning.

and everything
about you
improves
everything
about me.

and what failures
that have become
are forgotten
in your laugh

that only echos
with truth and
music
to my ears.

who ever thought
"good morning"

could ever become
a anthem
to my day....

My eyes fall
willing to you,

like a small child
finding grace.

you touch
me in the places
that long
ago have
been broken,

Places inside me
grown weary
and vacant
from hope
or salvation.

and then the sun
comes each day
within your smile,

and joy comes
with the
sound of
your angelic
voice.

and as I hear it
echo throughout
my day,

it moves me
like waves
kissing the
bottom of
the sky

like stars
flying to
elope over
this harvest
moon

tonight..

From the
moment I
caught your
runaway smile,

I knew love
must of kissed you
in this Sunday
morning light.

everything
about you
was fireworks
on a fourth of
July evening,

and nothing
was taken for
granted in
you laugh.

you are
a brightener
of days.

the first
sigh of
angels...

and the
world and
I are so
much
greater
for it...

And my prayers
reach from
one of
your eyes
to the next.

and I see your
reflection in
every morning
dawn.

your life
blossoming before
my ancient
eyes.

and though
time is on
your side,

one side or
the other I
will always
be with you.

to wish you
well to dance
with you
on your
wedding day.

with you
I will always
have least
one more
thing to
say.

a laugh or
a quiet smile.

around the
moon and
back again
are my thoughts
for you.

you have
always been
an inspiration
in my life.

and though
life is
a moment ,

and then that
moment is
gone.

I will
carry you
with me.

and we
will carry on,

like the night
the light
of it's silver
stars.

and I just
wanted to
give you
this thought
of you tonight.

I dream
the best
for you.

When I close
my eyes,
something about
you is
always
there.

watching you
still in
a moment
and then you
suddenly are
everything.

laughter defined
like a lightening
strike in
a colorado
mountain storm,

or a tender
smile that
you throw
across a room,

I mean hell
who could
ever forget
a moment
of you.

and as
the sun rises
and sets
in your
eyes,

beginnings and
endings of
dreams of
black and blue.

and your runaway
smile runs across
my eyes,

bound for
nowhere in
particular.

you capture
my thoughts
like a bird
on a breeze.

and you
take me

away....

And your
heart seeps out
into the
ground.

only to
be buried
cold by
this moment.

buried by
all of the
fragments of
news and
pieces of
you,

loves won
loves lost.
love never
given,

love never
received.

and in
this tragic
glimpse of
time,

now
you must
face the
honesty
of you.

standing on
a breach
of echos
of times
that you thought
you heard
I love you,

and then
you almost
answered
"I love you
back".

and now
with this
sickness that
questions
and grips
our very
lives,

thank God I
I know that
I am exactly
where I
was meant
to be.

and I love
my wife
like a
dream come
true.

and I hope
it is that
way with
all of
you.

cause one
heart was
never meant
to go
through all
of this

alone.

and everything
in her eyes
and the reflection
in mine,

is the story
of our lives,

and at
night,

the quiet
slumber
is that of
clouds slowly
moving through
the sky
on a rainy
night.

and  in
our sleep
and in
our dreams her
hand always
seeks to
hold mine,

and never
do we
wake.

and in morning
her kiss is
deeper still.

and today
in the moments
we are apart,

are all the
moments in
my life
that I
will only
miss her
more.

and a hundred
times today
I will look
up to the sky

and say,

"she married me
she married me"

and for
that Lord
I will be

forever blessed.