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