Soft threads of gold weave through the morning clouds
as breezes whisper on the lush green lawn.
The haunting, daunting echo of a loon
reverberates its call at crack of dawn.
The gilded sun climbs higher in the sky
removing every shadow of the night.
I feel its warmth upon my cheek and smile
as mockingbirds and meadowlarks take flight.
You speak my name, and I am lost in time.
That voice that touched my heart so long ago.
A fervent sound that tells me that I’m home.
My haven in this world of strife and woe.
A morning dew lies heavy on the grass.
The scent of sweet Gardenias fills the air.
A feast of vibrant blooms along the path
encompassing our world in loving care.
Your warm embrace reminds me of our song
where tears and laughter play the melody.
Together we still sing that same refrain.
Forever ours -- in two-part harmony.
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