All The Glorious Things Of Splendor Poem by Wilfred Mellers

All The Glorious Things Of Splendor

She is mine, but I don't own her.
She makes my life so much better.
Life is no longer bitter; it's sweeter.
For all my questions, she is the answer.

She is the hope, that I see.
The moon shines brighter for me.
She makes my heart flutter;
My existence is now fuller.

I adore her laughter;
All my burdens seem lighter.
She tastes like the sweetest nectar,
And all fruits now feel riper.

I have started a new chapter;
No more stress, for she makes me calmer.
To heaven, she draws me closer,
And I am truly happier.

I have found my four-leaf clover.
The breeze now blows cooler.
I will love her forever;
Into wedlock, we shall enter.

She is full of wonder.
She is a good listener.
She is the greatest lover;
She is truly a keeper.

She is sweeter than sugar.
She is hotter than summer.
She is my teacher;
She is a treasure.

She makes me so much richer.
She makes me stronger.
She keeps me warmer;
She makes me smarter.

She makes me feel so much younger.
She has so much to offer.
Although her heart has been broken before,
No woman could ever be nicer.

To reach her, I'd cross the widest river.
I am caught up in her rapture;
Each moment spent with her, I savor.
With her, I feel safer.

I am like clay, and she is the sculptor.
In the light, her eyes shimmer.
My princess with the golden slipper;
My rough edges are now smoother.

In my story, she is the writer.
No love could ever be truer.
I have an appointment at the altar;
I will love her here and ever after.

My beautiful, precious flower,
No longer the selfish loner.
She sparkles like a sapphire;
I am the flame, and she is the fire.