She’s the first thought in waking moments

My misty morning loving dream

She flows through my early slumber

Patient. Kind. Waiting it seems.
Years lend her power, subtle, strong.

I miss her breathe on my bare chest.

Yet smiles abound in knowing she loves me,

This knowledge a foreign concept in Past’s review
To wake each day in hope and love

A standard never to be discounted

Changes my life into something real

My heart more positive, more free, more secure.
Love like this feels unfettered. Thrilling.

Her thought the ever-present support I desire

She strolls free through the love within me

Stirring all I was meant to be…