You are buried deep within my heart.

          You are my person.

               The “one and only.”

     Yet when asked to describe You,

          I draw blanks.

     I cannot remember Your-

          Face,

                  Voice,

                           Or even Your name.

     Because You are only an idea-

          An idea of 

                    Love,

                            Warmth,

                                        Tenderness.

You are my You. 

     You could take any form You want,

          But as long as You are my-

               Hug on an unforgiving day,

                    Laugh alongside mine,

                         The one that tells me I matter.

I will love You. 

        And You means love.