#1 (“You came my way. . .”)

 

                       You came my way and here with me you stayed;

                       Scarce time apart—almost unknown to us.

                       My time since fated mating happy made,

                       To tell of love for you, my Sweet, I must.

                       Your mind so rational, and clear, with feet

                       On solid ground you stand; myself a bit

                       With head in clouds, but somehow we do meet.

                       Our hands toward each, we pull us two to sit.

                       For years we have been cast in winter’s cold,

                       But other warmth have we—in each our love.

                       We warm each other oft we must, our role

                       In life to be a birdie, songbird, dove.

                                   Your Carolina chicadee, you say;

                                   My eagle, soaring home to me ev’ry day.

                                                                                        –12/12/1999

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