As morning mist clings to the valley floor,
I hold fast to the one I adore.
As the morning sun shine so very bright,
So is my smile when you are within my sight.
As a foggy morn lazily drapes over western plain,
Seeing you causes any wisdom to be slain.
As refreshing rain brings life to the ground,
So you give life as wisdom you expound.
Dark clouds gather when moody seas threaten,
You are my silver lining against darkness’s weapon.
New born pink blossoms blanket the spring tree,
You are my loves home, my fortress, and my marquee.
R.K. Hart 6/11/2013
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