I love…
…how proud of me you are. It is humbling to be held in such esteem and makes me want all the more to be the best I can be in all ways.

From “You” by Louis Untermeyer
You are
The secret song of birds,
The thing that words
Can never name;
The fire
Within the flame;
The throb
Within the pulse;
The spirit that exults
Joy no grief can tame.