He is a smile begetting a smile,
bringing forth laughter too long
suppressed.

He is the freedom of the sparrow
never to be caged.

He resembles the elements. Thunder,
lightening, a raging storm, yet
softness like a summer breeze that
touches me with gentle fingers.

Like the endless waves upon the
shore he smoothes away the marks of
other travelers.

He offers strength and love that
stirs my inner being and brings
forth hope almost forgotten.

He is a song without words creating
joy.
What is he?
He is my love.