Wayne Orr

Beneath the moon’s soft, silver gaze,
I carve my soul in hymns of praise—
For you, my north star, storm’s calm eye,
The dawn that paints my midnight sky.

Your laughter—spring’s first bloom, unbound—
A symphony in silent sound.
Each breath you take, a sacred verse,
My universe within your universe.

I give the pulse that veins my wrist,
The quiet fire no sun has kissed.
Take every breath my lungs have known,
For in your grace, I am reborn.

Through tempests where the world grew small,
Your name became my safest call.
No shadow dares to claim this light—
You are my day, my deepest night.

Let seasons fold like ancient scrolls,
Yet time bends where our story rolls.
Here, take my heart—its rhythm’s core—
A bridge to shores where love outruns the shore.

My soul, now yours, no chains, no keys,
Drifts where your whisper parts the seas.
Forever’s pulse beats in your name:
My endless flame, my constant claim.

For every step your feet may tread,
I’ll be the ground, the sky widespread.
Your scars, your joys—my temple’s creed,
In life, in death, in every need.

So claim this heart, unbound and true,
For all I am is born of you.
My wife, my world, my endless start—
You hold the atlas of my heart.