To make you feel loved is my heart’s pleasure
That you are adored, my heart’s treasure
To make you happy, by any measure,
Is why I live…why I draw breath.
To lift you up by blowing soft breezes
To carry your burdens, so that your day eases,
To soothe your aches with a hand that pleases,
Is why I live…why I draw breath.
I see your smile and my heart races,
You touch my hand and it erases,
The sorry day and sorry places,
To have you fill my empty spaces,
Is why I live…why I draw breath.
©Cassandra Crews
for Wes