Ever in the first

She was and ever is my graceful lady
the sound of her laughter softly sways me
she smiles and nods spontaneously
Busy girl spends her week in the hurry

She blows kisses between schools
and I sometimes wait cheek by the window fool
I arrive tired and thrown by the night
food and comfort not far from sight

I wrap my arms and hands
around her like clouds over highlands
I search for a moment of love in her lips and cheeks
A moment of feeling with no demand to speak

I go from her the world taxes my certainty
I return to her she permits me every confidence
Life can be such a lonely thing without that person
I put my graceful Maira ever in the first