I envision her in a field of flowers,
She, more lovely than any beauty the eye could behold,
They pale against her as she glows in this spring bouquet,
Her beauty is everlasting, but the flowers will die away,
I envision her laying in a pool of precious stones,
More precious than all the rest and more radiant,
She dulls their glimmer and it seems the gems lose their shine,
When compared to this gem of gems, this love of mine.
I envision her standing with her back to the sunrise,
Her warmth far greater than from the huge ball of fire in my eyes,
She brings light and warmth to whomever her life may touch,
There is no wonder that I love her so very much.
She is more than just a vision,
She radiates beauty, love and kindness with such dignity and grace,
Each day I see her with more clarity as this vision becomes more clear,
And pray to God I'll always have her love and always have her near.
