Your smile is the first butterfly in spring.
A reminder that things become warm again .
You love me with a seamstress' patience. 
Threading strings of wholeness through my empty.
Even when scars re-open your tender hands work all the same.
You speak highly of me. 
Matching your tone to the colours my spirit wears that day.
When you speak God finds me. 
I walk taller, knowing your love is the fabric that binds me to happy.