Empty Chair

All the poets that ever lived
Could not be as romantic
As the love you give
Mere words on paper
Can not express
The joy of being
With you every day
For there art thow self
In everything i do and say
For every action taken
And feeling felt
May you long remain
When all else has gone
And when we grow old
And i am no longer there
Just my worn empty chair
Be happy in the sence
That you made me live
In the warmth of your heart
And i have become a small part of you
And you still have so much to give