In the wee morning hours of a midsummer day I felt her rise
from our bed the sound of the door that leads to our garden.
As I rested on my elbows I realized she had not dressed
I wandered to the kitchen in search of coffee.
Waiting for it to brew I stood at the door and watched as she
moved in the beauty of a time in fabled a garden long ago
when we walked in Grace.
I stood and marveled at the sight of her as the birds flew
around her landing in her hands sipping at the morning dew
dripping from flowers she touched and breathed in their fragrance.
As I listened to the gurgle of now brewed pot breathed in the
fragrance of freshly brewed coffee.
No it can wait this is her moment, I can wait for I may never
be so blessed for I have witness Eve as she walked in the garden
and I will hold her in my arms like no other since.
For I have lived this blessing of love.
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