I wake and rise to the morning dew
And it’s not unusual that I think of you

Another wondrous morning on God’s great land
Just one thing I miss, the touch of your hand

It’s bright and warm, a great time for birds to sing
Just a reminder of the comfort you used to bring

As I sit outside and capture the beauty of nature at it’s best
I often wonder if you are safe and your soul is at rest

You see, I’m contented now, I’ve learned to live
You just get on with your life, to share and to give

The lessons I learned throughout our days
Will stand me in good stead in so many ways

So it’s to you that I name this glorious morn
I thank God that I met you and the day you were born.

Brian 'Peza' Perrins

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-glorious-morn/