A Perfect and Precious Thing 

You are always on my mind,
In my thoughts, and in my head,
From my first waking moment,
To when I go to bed.

My head is in a whirl,
My mind is being taken by the wind,
Its spinning, twisting and twirling,
This never ending thing.

It’s a very special feeling,
Making my life happy and bright,
A perfect and precious thing,
With coloured flowers, sunshine and light.

And with your gentle touch,
I can float, drift and dream,
Like on a snowy white cloud of down,
All soft, fluffy and clean.

 The river flows and trickles,
Over the waterfall it crashed,
Splashing on the stones,
My old life before me smashed.

What have I left, but a pile of bones,
To start again with happiness,
With smiles, fun and laughter,
And your love and gentleness.