Let It Be Me

A good friend forwarded this poem to me...I told myself I'd marry the guy who can write me a poem as sweet. Just daydreaming...Lemme...

She
by Stephen Babcock

"Who is she?", they ask,
... she is my soul's perfect mate,
my body's passionate lover
and my mind's sole companion.

"What is she?", they ask,
... she is the rhythm of my soul,
the song of my spirit
and the love of my life.

"Where is she?", they ask,
... she is in my every breath,
beating in my heart
and in the thread that stitches my soul together.

"When is she?", they ask,
... she is today, at dawn;
tonight, when the stars come out
and tomorrow...forever.

"Why is she?", they ask,
... she is my completion, my love's twin
and my spirit's sweet complement.

"Who is she?", they ask
... she is you, my Beloved...she is you.