As my fingers trace your silhouette mind
And the strength returns straight from your love’s heart,
Those your shoulders that held me safe I find
No more to dwell in life’s shadowy part.
Everyday a stepping stone across strife
Each tender touch and words spoken ring out,
Eyes that see the same yet different life
Your love grows in me in you there’s no doubt.
To take the wrong road the right path a choice
Alone there was only one direction,
When in dispute one opinion one voice
You did instigate life’s resurrection.
In pursuit of those the headiest days
Found an alternative with wondrous ways.
© Harry J Horsman 2014