I wrote a poem for my Valentine's Day gift to my wife. It's not very good, but I had a lot of fun writing it, and she enjoyed getting it.
Like a compass needle always points northward.
So do I always bend towards you,
My Love, my own True North.
Though roads may bend right, then left
As I travel my way through many obligations
And obstacles, I find my paths bending to you.
You are my ever fixed point that guides
My paths, the center providing the calm
From the storms that rise, then fall,
My anchor through the ebbs and swells.