It is in the delicate lines of life
That whisper upon your face
That speak the truths of ageless time
But not one would I erase

For they are part of who you are
And the you that is yet to be
The tears you shed with loss
The smiles when you succeed

Within your eyes I've seen the storms
Dreams tossed upon the tide
I've watched you cling to hope
And greet the sun when all subsides

I kiss the scars upon your hands
The most triumphant of them all
I saw the blood you sacrificed
As you tore down the mighty wall

My dear you are like no other
I'm honored to be called a friend
You are perfection ever unfolding
Like seasons beneath the wind

Teresa Wilson ~ 1998