She is my ray of light, holding whose fingers, I make my way; She is my darkness, the brilliant black sky where my stars shine; She is my wind when I flap my wings, my roots when I falter and sway; She is the bounce in my step, the joy in my smile – she, I proudly say, is mine. She is the warmth of a hug amidst the cold, biting frost She is a pat on the back, a gentle caress, a tender forehead kiss She is the light of a million fireflies, when all my hope is lost She is the comfort of a mother’s lullaby, when Life seems amiss. She is my looking-glass, who mirrors my blatant flaws and latent allure She is the splendid sunset, that casts breathtaking hues on my skies She is the dewdrop on my pasture – beautiful, soothing and pure She is the fuel that keeps my fire burning, she is the spark in my eyes. She is the most touching poem the book of my life contains She is the whisper of love echoed by the rustling of woods in Spring She is the shower of blessings Heaven sent down amidst thunde...
Mirroring my reflections.