A Gift from Heaven

​The harvest table groans beneath the weight Of all the blessings that enrich my state, But when I pause and look across the light, One gift outshines the feasts of day and night. ​You are the grace I never earned or sought, The sweetest answer to a silent thought. A true Thanksgiving, not just once a year, But every day you banish doubt and fear. ​They say that God sends angels in disguise, And when I gaze into your loving eyes, I see the proof—a spirit kind and whole, A perfect partner for my restless soul. ​Your presence is the warmest, purest light, That turns the plainest moments golden bright. For every smile, for every gentle hand, You are the blessing I can understand. ​This year, I lift my glass above the rest, And thank the heavens, knowing I am blessed. For you, my darling, my life's truest grace, The dearest gift in time and every place.