Sweetheart

/ˈswiːthɑːt/ noun – one of its kind

I have run out of names to call you
Sweetheart isn’t even close
Darling just won’t do
Not a word to describe you I suppose

How someone so precious could be found
How warmth is created just by your presence
How my heart; it remembers to mellow down
By that soothing calm being it senses

You are quintessence of light in my life
Darkness fades away with your touch
Oh how I have never felt so alive
Most of all safe I can truly vouch

One day I would find the word that would suffice
In perfectly describing all that you’re combined
For now I would have to acquiesce
In calling you just sweetheart if you don’t mind.