Could I be

The first thing dawning on your mind

The morning sun as you draw the blind

The first words upon your lips

The touch beneath your fingertips

The easing of your furrowed brow

The skipped beat that your heart allows

Your saviour in your hour of need

The meal that satisfies your greed

The rapture in your aching breast

A longing only I can suppress

The hands that mark the hours, the days

All you need in every way

The only one that you adore

Could I be all this, and so much more?