Things that must be said

There was this young girl that went to the same high school as I did,
Whose face could  light up a room. Her smile could make the roses bloom,
her voice was that of an angel. She knew me not, but from afar I gazed, with a feeling I had never known.
She would say hello, and smile that smile, and go walking right on by, never knowing the heights she lifted me up, just seeing her could do. So long ago it seems that she affected me so, but all those years seem like a day, has it really been 60 years ago that this spark of mine has glowed, I just looked at her in a peaceful sleep so thankful that she is here. Now she means more to me than life itself, the years have not dulled the glow, I felt back then, for now she is my all. A nurse at times, a helper when she can, a critic too when asked to be, she is what ever she needs to be to put up with my whimsical ways. So before this feeling passes, I just want you all to know, just how much I love that girl, MARY is her name.
Good day and good luck,
Phil