Her Favorite Things
She counts by twenty-ones, a rhythm, a thread,
A quiet refrain in the life that she’s led.
Like petals unfurling in soft summer air,
Gardenias in bloom, perfuming the air.
A song drifts in gently, a whisper, a sigh,
You fill up my senses, like mountains and sky.
A voice from the past, a love set in gold,
I got you, babe—forever retold.
She watches the world with a knowing, soft gaze,
A dreamer at heart in the simplest of ways.
No longer riding on the merry-go-round,
Yet finding her song in the stillness she’s found.
Her favorites are echoes of laughter and light,
Of love that stays steady through day and through night.
Numbers and flowers, and melodies bright—
The things that she cherishes, pure and just right.
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