Looking back to days before
when loneliness stretched my soul
and covered my heart sore…
I cannot script with pen
then joy and blessing that has changed my life
and made of me the luckiest among men.
To explain my heart in verse
with the gates of this man open
as my hand scribbles lines unrehearsed
is the full account of this little literary purse.
To Jenny, my beautiful friend,
I give you here day one of this month
a poem in a story I hope to never end.
