She already does,
Even in my dreams,
The way,
She doesn't want to leave.

The way,
She wants to always,
Disrupt my rest,
In all manner of ways.

The way the sun,
Rises with her,
Proves that,
It shows her importance.

The way,
Ideas are made,
With her in them,
Like it's a natural thing.

In my life,
She keeps being first,
In a way that,
Is lovely.

My good days,
Start with her,
And bad,
End with her.

She cures the silence,
Like the rain,
With a beautiful rest,
And her calm embrace.

She comes before the good times,
Before the storms are brewing,
She's better than that,
She's best first.

She knows,
I'd keep her there,
So she's kind,
She's gentle.

Maybe also,
Just a tab bit,
Proud of herself,
As she should.

I try not to show it,
Her importance,
To me,
But I think it's late.

She knows,
She understands,
That not matter what happens,
She comes first.
By:Jn