The Woman You've Become

Mornings, I wake up and go for a short run.
Afternoons, I rest, and study what I've done
Before the resting hour, working in the sun,
Dreaming of the life I love
With the woman you've become.

Working in the garden, I dig around a rose,
Worshipping the force that through the flower grows.
The force that feeds the apple, the apricot and plum.
Thank you for this, the fruit of bliss:
The woman you've become.

Breathing in the perfume of this summertime bouquet,
Glistening in the rainbow of the sprinkler spray,
I see the soul of beauty in the red chrysanthemum,
Opening like angels' wings:
The woman you've become.


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