I thank the sky for the simple pleasure of your hand in mine.

I thank your parents for the gift of your warmth, and the following blessing of it pressed against my cheek.

I thank the faces of lovers before you that came together to create your beauty.

I thank the bed, who allows you rest and swallows your racing mind so you may sleep.

I thank the hardships that moulded your bruising, flesh-kindness.

I thank my tears, for spilling so thick and full, that you might grasp my love for you.

I am so thankful for you.