Your actions write the words, to the poems that i write

Your actions write the words,
To the poems that I write,
Both good and bad,
Always bringing me delight.

Smiles sheer,
Upon my face,
Leaving behind,
Glimpses of grace.

There’s always those times,
Where I shed some tears,
Only because,
I’m scared with fears.

But away they drift,
Because of you,
The good times we have,
And every thing we do.