Barely knowing each other's faces
But a few short days
Upon meeting, very few paces
Either of them strays

Deep the stirrings of a forever
This start of something new
Quickly drawn, one to another
Profound, their love grew.

She liked her funny way with words
One loved her southern twang
Colorfully weaving stories
Of Natives and preying birds
She liked the songs wrote and sang.

She laid her head in her lap
She took...