She sees her beauty
in His eyes.
She feels younger
than a budding blossom in May.
Taller she walks these days.
Smaller are her concerns.
Soft is her lofty brow.
There is sunshine in her hair
and an apple in her eye.
Somehow there is a vision
that she keeps on following
and a road never ending to an utopian time.

She sees truth
in His eyes.
She feels stronger
than a red hawk in autumn flight.
So courageous, she senses her might.
More contagious is her laughter.
Strong are the days and long the evenings,
for the logical clock is her generous friend,
and the humble breeze is her patient guide
that keeps propelling her forward.

She longs to hold Him close,
and envelop Him in her arms,
and so she walks on.