photo: The KD Peace Rose

Early this morning, she was there,

as the mile flew by, she spoke;

during the sunlight hours, she cared,

as the moon rose, she made the joke.

It seems that she is the real thing,

this ever-present companion;

out where the worries take wing,

overlooking this once vast canyon.

She nods approvingly at the change,

guiding, coaxing, urging me on;

delight at things once so strange,

filling this voice with her new song.

Gradually, her love is there soothing,

a smiling presence in this heart;

a life of happiness planned proving,

her constant pleasure is just the start.