The wind blows as does change come,
Like the sun turning to moon each day.
The young grow old.
Time changes people.
Like a light blonde turning gray.
A child leaving her parents.
And the bud, blooming into a beautiful flower.
The hot summer storm turns into a rainbow.
Hair grows then it is cut off.
Life changes but growth is inevitable.
The glow of your eyes,
And the wisdom of your years.
You make life complete.
Like the last piece of a puzzle.
Heroes come in many forms.
Some more discreet than others.
Like the sun peeking out from the side of a cloud.
I love you.
You are an inspiration and joy.
As sweet as candy.
And as true as the most pure soul.
Complete, in everyway imaginable.