This woman is a golden gift in nature’s form,
The woman, there, came in a cool breeze,
Like a gift, she is beautiful and taught with manners,
Opulent she is a woman in range and wisdom of her time,
And she goes with present in her mind she is the home and house we live.
The world temptful with trees - she is the journey we must go on,
She is the stalking water, in which, we walk,
Sprints of ease and into every story, we talk,
There is pen and paper in my hand – a memorable story,
And the creator beside me to create every famous line,
For every word by day and chance, every line,
Every story will emerge and last, for your entire life,
The gift of becoming words and those that last forever,
All the days of our life, she has become someone,
Who has brought single love into our hearts,
We can’t help it, if we love her everyday,
She is the journey that we treasure.
copyrighted 2006
