  It’s hard to imagine the importance of one’s life, When the world is so huge and covered in strife. But it’s not what that person does on a worldly scale, But who she interacts with as she weaves her simple tale. As the time passes on and as the world turns, The only thing that’s left is love and concerns For the people she touched and left upon her mark, And the rest of the people are left in the dark.
It is I she has touched on her long-winded ride, Through the courses of life, I’ve smiled and cried Right next to her as she holds her head high And she looks at me with that twinkle in her eye. Her presence brings so much joy to me, Whether she is saddened or very happy, She looks like a goddess and just makes me smile, With her, I know, I’ll be with for a while. -An Original Dan 
