At last I have found her, at last I am home
The calming whisper of the fir trees,
The ray of sunlight in my bedroom window,
The last mouthful of a fudge cake, I have found her.
The first smile from a child,
When Bob Marley sings,
The quiet moment before sleep,
A pat, a hug, a kiss goodnight.
Like dew on a Red Rose,
An adoring stare from one held dear,
To hear you say you thought of me,
Yet none equates to “I Love you too!”