It's not what you did, but what you didn't do that spoke to me above the wind

Of snowy afternoons,waiting, watching and waiting.To see her small and larger than life.She is both fragile and determined,like a paper umbrella in the rain.

Gentle love,warming the heart,like sunlight dancing on fingertips.

No matter how busy life becomes,I want to be clearFor you and your only,I will always be here.

Words like wistfully and sublime are penned into prose and rhyme. As night gives way to dawn, life gives way to time