I think of you in moments of repose,
When peace prevails, and troubles disappear.
Some days are stressful. Yes, I too have those;
But even then your presence lends its cheer,
Though present only in the dreamer’s sphere.
You’ve now become my heart’s forever-guest,
For not a day goes by when you’re not here.
Your friendship true has made me richly blessed!
Nor could I say it better, I suppose,
If I exchanged my poetry for prose.
October 12, 2017
© 2017 Abigail Gronway – All Rights Reserved
Decastich in iambic pentameter (Decuain)
Rhyme scheme: ababbcbcaa