He is a hallowed doorway

He is a sacred stone

He is a lighted candle

When I'm lost and stumbling home

He is a secret passage

He is a hidden room

He's a tree with golden apples

He's a silver-spinning loom

He is an amber potion

On a moon-washed windowsill

He's the green hue of the ocean

He's a cool towel when I'm ill

He is my greatest love

He's where I end

He's where I start

He's a song upon my lips

In my soul

And in my heart