My little special person

There's a person
Waiting by the door,
Ready to ambush me
With hugs and much more.

This person brings
The smile to my face,
Brings me my happiness
In all of its grace.

I shake at the thought
Of losing this present,
Given to me by a god
Who was trying to be pleasant.

If such thing happens,
My eyes would drown
In the warming tears
Falling down my frown.

I hope that one day
You'll be able to read this,
Smile at your uncle and
Warm my cheek with a kiss.

That day, I hope,
I'll be living my dream,
See your proud smile,
Watch your eyes gleam.