You mean everything to me.
Words do not dare form to define that.
There is simply no explaining it briefly.
So let me take my time.

You are the morning dew that sets at dawn.
The smile of an infant as it reaches for my hand.
The melody if the piano under my fingertips.
Without you, these things do not matter.

The grass dies long before morning.
The child forgets my presence.
The piano remains out of tune.
All these that I love would be nothing.

The rustic sound of a typewriter.
The feeling of laying underneath the stars.
The butterflies I got on my first kiss.
All my senses.

Take them.
Without question, reason, or hesitation.
They do not even come close to how priceless you are.
You mean everything to me.