I dreamed of you before I met you, Sensed you before I saw you,

Heard your heart-beat before I felt you.

You were a gem yet to be discovered.

As for my imagination, drew galleries of your existence before me and yet still, I couldn't portrait you.

Nothing yet has caressed the human eye like your creation.

From a paintbrush from God and a canvas designed by the Holy Spirit your perfection was no match for one's prediction.

Is it crazy that I felt your warmth from the suns light?

Felt your touch from the winds slow breeze, 

heard your laughter from the birds that chirped, 

And your sense from the pollen that activated the most celestial feeling in my body.

Everywhere I look I'm reminded of us,

Every beautiful day reminds me of us, 

Yet every breath I take reminds me of you.