Think of her most often when we are apart how she loves and ponders.. wonders little of how smart.. precious soul a special goal found along her way.. woods.. folks doing bad or good.. she looks loves.. all in play..
Feels her way as blind yet senses finds no others know.. has a handle on the truth.. girl stops to see a show.. everything she hears by reason.. all senses will touch.. instantly in love.. her true fine love that loves so much..
Gentle soul lives caring roles seen from way inside.. time tested.. never bested she smooths a bumpy ride.. knows a joke.. stays from a yoke round her neck or thigh.. I worry at her confused times.. pray never see her cry..
Happy she loves living free the gentle purple plants.. every pose.. toes to her nose finds honor in her stance.. thankful me.. a lover free.. of times when one must go.. joy remembers hearts together as brooks laugh and flow..