My dearest, John.

You came into my life like a whisper on the breeze,
Softly and gently, as if to put me at ease.
It was never the grand gestures or the sudden surprise,
That drew me towards you, with that spark in your eyes.

You moved like a child in the dead of the night,
Unseen and unheard, until you were in my sight.
And just like that youngster, who snuck to the kitchen for cake,
You came into my life with a sweetness hard to shake.

I never liked the boldness of romance, and its bravado display,
The sudden flowers, or the grand entrances that come our way.
But what I love about you, is your sweet, gentle approach,
That has won me over, like a moth to a warm, glowing torch.

So thank you for being the youngster who tiptoed into my world,
With patience and care, until my heart slowly unfurled.
I love the way you move, like a gentle breeze through the night,
Bringing comfort and peace, when things aren't feeling quite right.