By Cal Evans
Morning’s light reveals,
the angel next to me.
Lying silent and still,
fragile yet strong.
I watch her stir,
blink her eyes and smile,
simple acts that take my breath away.
Before my eyes, she descends,
from heaven back to earth,
my companion for another day.
You see her hair is the shade of all my dreams,
her voice is a warm embrace.
Her smile is the beacon that guides me on,
and her eyes as the color of love.
Throughout my day, she’s by my side,
my angel, my vixen, my love.
Her wisdom helps guide me,
her kindness refreshes,
her presence, a light from above.
When I’m with her,
all decisions seem simple,
she filters them to black and white.
When I’m near her,
my soul is at peace,
her glow takes the edge off of life.
You see her hair is the shade of all my dreams,
her voice is a warm embrace.
Her smile is the beacon that guides me on,
and her eyes as the color of love.
Night again falls,
and as I lay by her side,
her presence lulls me to sleep.
I drift off to dream,
and smile because I know,
tomorrow, I see her again.
Dreams begin to invade my mind,
old friends, who have returned for a stay.
Each of them smiling, reminding me that,
she’s only a heartbeat away.
You see her hair is the shade of all my dreams,
her voice is a warm embrace.
Her smile is the beacon that guides me on,
and her eyes as the color of love.
She colors my world, in the color of love.