Poem For Her

You never cease to weave your webs of wonder
Breaking down my walls with thunder
With your soft and winsome laughter
And your eyes that long for loving

With hands so soft, yet sure and strong
You guide along children of ours
Sharing songs and stories, you’re in your glory
The years, they passed so fast, it’s a crime

To dream a dream, to know it is you
To lose oneself to a woman like you
To grow inside, beside as soul
It’s all one ever needs to know

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