----------What is it like,

To be loved by her?


It's perfect crispy little bacons Sunday morning,

----------Her clarion song, over the head of others,

Right to my ear.

----------It's sweet cards and a beautiful smile,

It's comfort when I fall,

----------It's sharing our dreams,

Of children and peace,

----------It's chocolate cake on my birthday,

And sushi when we're feeling irresponsible.


----------It's security and love and hope and anger and pain and comfort and pride.

It is all that can be, and a little more.

It was the future,

But now the past.