You could have taken the shorter path; Just around the corner,
straight down to a pretty stream; smooth ride on a daffodil morning,
You never take the easy way out. Three feet in and the road was rocky,
unpaved, unyielding, no end in sight to the naked eye, but you could see.
You sang me lullabies, took the weight of us upon your shoulders
and soldiered on, dancing with obstacles, against unkind winds,
never shaken, until our feet landed upon the lush, plush green of paradise.
You held my hand, whispered worries away, promises of sand dollars
fulfilled upon the gentle blue of San Josef. You carved love on every beach
since then, and our eyes tell the story without ever speaking a word.