I wish I could draw a curved line,
Below two of the freckles of your right upper arm
To give you a permanent smile.
And I wish I could find a rhyme a day,
Or way to say how much you mean
In order to elicit the same head back cackle,
And twinkle in your eye that I do not
See half as often as I should.
With jars of powders and pestle and mortar
Alchemists found a way to create
Gold from lesser elements.
But with wear and tear the gold faded
And left behind a dull rock.
If only they had known
Your secret, for you have
Turned yourself -
Carbon and Calcium; skin and bone -
Into radiant gold.
And you do not tarnish like silver
Or bend like gold.
You gleam and shine through every day;
The smile in my freckles,
My sunshine in rain.