My Love - A Happy Poem

My Love, My Lovely Lady

Over green, grassy hills

lightly spotted with graves,

And past the farmland

mountains of hay,

And down the shore

and gentle waves,

Is where my

lovely lady lay.

She spends the day

in the sun with a quilt,

In her garden, painted

in grass and silt,

And she walks inside

and brews iced tea.

And she sews and knits

while she waits for me.

When she’s done with her knitting

and the oven is hot

She walks to farthest

fence on our lot

And she opens her lips

and breathes in long

And sweetly sings

our old dancing song.

Our Dancing Song!

The tune of the young, 

Which returns my thoughts

to the first song sung.

When she named me “Hers Forever”

and I gave her a ring.

And we grew gray together

on tea and porch swings.

So when I'm fishing on the docks

at half-past-five.

I hear her voice

and it brings me to life.

And On the way home,

just past the sea,

I see her by her garden

with two cups of tea.