the love that can’t be bought

You are the watchtower that never sleeps,

The moon on a cloudless night,

The blueness of ocean’s deep,

A newborn starling’s flight,

You are the whisper in the wind,

The soft pastel gray in the skies,

The sophisticated hand on prints

The glint of hope in an orphan’s eyes

You are the light from a candle’s wick

The horizon that catches the sun

The rosiness on a cherub’s cheek

To a cat, its ball of yarn

You are the summer and the spring,

And the warmth that autumn sought,

The chime of a bell that rings,

The love that can’t be bought