Every minute…

Of you I’m thinking every minute.
If I dream, you’re always in it,
Each day into night when folding,
And in its arms new past is holding,
I say grace for every minute
God gave me, with you, Love, in it…

When I see a graceful swallow,
And its mate that’s sure to follow,
To the skies, like angels, soaring,
I know it is almost morning…
A new day’s born, with you, Love, in it!
And I embrace every minute
Of the time, for I’m not dreaming.
You gave me life, and gave it meaning…