Metaphor

You have been many things to me,
The least of these my love.
I don't know where to start with these
But with time you never know.

You're a sunny day,
But you're a rainstorm.
You're a soft spring breeze,
But you're a hurricane.

These among the things you are
Are those which spring to mind.
Every day with you is such a surprise,
I don't know what to expect.

You're a mothers sweet song,
With a child's innocent voice,
Ringing softly in my ears,
The verse of undying hope.

In each day I spend with you,
Time flies by so fast.
But in each one I find a blessing,
The rewards of my love.

All the things I see you as
Are not hard to percieve,
But even still inside my heart
I feel you'll never know.