​"Good Morning, Mine Truly"

by Brian G. Daigle 
​
There is a way that poets describe a rose 
Or any flower pleasing to see. 
There is a way that sailors sing of their love
And respect for the vast blue sea. 

There is a delight one gets when near a friend  
And sharing a laugh or a meal,
And still yet there is a bliss and thrill to gain
When at the peak of a Ferris wheel. 

But the poet didn't know you, and the sailors could not have grasped,
Just what a beautiful friend you'd be, 
And how your thrill does the Ferris height outlast. 
Mine is the greater delight than any of those three. 

A rose can be plucked and the sea has its storms,
But blessed am I to call you my friend,
Whose love my joy does shape and form, 
Whose virtues endure to the end.