Steve's poem for
our eight anniversary,
March 10, 2018
The slightest touch, the softest breath,
brushes past my inward sense;
I hold in wait my mental pen;
Abby's with me once again.
Her presence thrills, it soothes and warms;
I recognize her inward charms
As most belov'd from days of yore;
Abby's with me as before!
She presses on my mind a thought;
It flashes past as if 'twere naught!
And all the while my heart she'll cheer;
She, herself, is drawing near.
My angel queen, my radiant star,
I searched for you both near, and far;
My dauphine of the first degree,
Come now and set my sorrow free!