When we feel the sun upon skin at dawn

we might be thankful of another rise

inside the spectrum of a life begun

in my eyes, your beauty then in my eyes

I have been gifted the presence of one,

delightful, lovely, in my friend so wise.

While every rising sun and setting moon

I might be known without rest impulsive

she will comfort me, why she’ll nearly swoon

despite my incredulous dismissive

state of mind, far greater her love will soon

begin a sojourn toward love suggestive.

This is my friend, her love as so designed

I am humbled by lasting love so kind