When we'd step into Virginia Kendell
And the breeze came through
It flowed to your hair and you were godly
I just smiled and you asked why
I said nothing but that you were pretty
But in truth
you were the morning dew drop
on a cherry blossom in early spring
And that's where we've stayed since 2016
Immortalized

only a few can see
appreciation of its beauty
unseen to most
to where it hides
its truth without a cost.