My Thought, My Voice, My Vision

I keep a photo in my pocket
That reminds me of every sunrise
Since the day that we first met
Because your smile was so bright
And it releases the sweet air
Of every breathtaking view of you
And I think about the tender grasp
Of holding your hand, captivated by your eyes
And what’s true today, I want to still be so
A hundred years from now
Because I love you—you are my mirror
You are my thought, my voice, my vision.