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…