The sun rises above the hill,
The morning dew upon my sill,
A beautiful day has come at will,
Hopes for a great day to fulfill.
The joys and smiles all until,
Seeing your face brings a chill,
For you are with me to instill,
Glorious day, smell the daffodil.
Let me day be of a quadrille,
A waterfall of your love does spill,
Into me, you've given a day of thrill,
I feel your outreached hands still,
Rejoicing in you, the greatest skill
© Christina M Wilmes