Considered lines you caused

I sat outside in the sun today, it poured on my face,
And I was in languid contemplation, whilst you were in a race,
I thought of how very dear to me you alone have become,
And how my heart in your hands, may finally have found its true home.

I was thinking of your incomparable wit, when I send you my lines,
How you break me down into more perfectly designed designs,
And how you show me all the things for which there are no words,
And how you take me by the hand into such pleasant new worlds.

I was thinking of you and all the good things you do,
And how you done them not for glory, for so few ever knew,
So few knew the things you done, for no other reason than being good,
And how you took the time to understand, and said little until you understood.

I considered these lines as I drank my coffee on my summer chair,
And how my life would be ever rich, if you were somehow there,
There to share our words, our kindness and all of our joys,
You forgive my imperfections if my words sometimes annoy.

I considered your heart and how so very kind you are,
In the skies of my lonely nights you are my guiding star,
You are bright and sparkling and you add your cosmic dust,
And now you are at my poetic heart’s core, by breaking through the crust.