I see her in the mountains. I see her in the trees. I feel her presence in the rain, Upon the shifting breeze. I see her in each view, each vista, each pebble and each speck. I see her when cars rush by, as a caution to respect. I see her in the Golden Gate and upon the sunset’s rays. Looking up, sky so blue, birds call her name. I feel her presence when I bathe, yes for obvious reasons, As daylight stretches marching us into uncharted seasons. I think of her when I sleep. I dream of her at my side. On the stove as I retire, the bubbles whisp her name. While I boil, or add oil, or adjust that helpful flame, She calls to me, I smell her near, I feel her breath so sweet, Oh my Angela, oh my dear, your name in all I speak. A life, a Cloud shift, a moon turning gold… Oh my sweetest Angela with you they broke the mold… You’re in my thoughts. I love you. You keep me whole. Oh sweetest wonderful, let’s build together till we’re old.