When We First Met, You Seemed a Timid Doe
When we first met you seemed a timid doe.
I hardly noticed you, nor did you me.
Now you are a mother and my wife,
And I find it a miracle to be.
You are for me a fresh, eternal springtime,
Or like an open window after rain,
A breath of air that says something of heaven,
And tells me of life's beauty once again.
I don't tell you enough how much I love you,
But if I did, I would say nothing else.
Each moment I am with you, there is sunlight
Slanting through the prism of my self. |
| Nicholas Gordon |
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