Each day my love finds new doors
And steps surely through
Deeper and deeper into what I am
Her eyes hold the key to every lock
And her touch trails gently
Along the dark, twisted tunnels
A man's feral life becomes
And yet, she knows the way
As she smooths my stones
To serve her path and purpose
Things become straight and light
The more they're traveled by
And she goes this way
More often each day