My Constant Angel.
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.
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