My wife very thoughtfully finds meaningful poetry for me on our special occasions... this is from her Valentine's Day card for me today:
I woke to a face not looking at me
but at the bird that settled on your wrist,
lured by food, its trust, for once, was rewarded
you offered the bird everything you had.
I remember. That's how it began
with us: you held out your hand; I took it.
[G. E. Patterson. -from Tug]