She calls me up
on the phone...

Torn down trees
Muddy paths...

Darkened skies
Rolling clouds...

She looks so happy
Full of grace...

I love her more day by day
To see her face what can I say...

Love is warm
Love is bright...

The tress wave in the cool north wind
owls hoot as dust draws in...

The light at last has began to shine
The love we have is more Divine...

We ponder where it all went wrong
a love so strong when it began...