She strides quietly towards the sun, the wind in her hair, a smile upon her face, she is free.
I see her today, young and zealous, hopeful and infatuated.
I love her today, fierce-hearted and ambitious, shy and warm.
I miss her today, lovely and passionate.

She is mine, and I am hers.
If not today, then tomorrow.
For tomorrow is forthcoming,
and our love eternal.