( I wish I could write music, but the melody is in my head. Just think of a waltz.)

Only with you will I piece-up a quilt

from a thousand swatches of joy.

With prayer, love and care

I will stitch all the stitches

in the calico rainbow that ends on our bed.

(In the calico rainbow

on our four posted bed)

Finer by far than our dreams can desire,

the heft of the fabric

near too heavy to sew,

yet the down-fluff’s so heart light

it just might breeze blow away.

(yes it just might, so hold tight,

one night, breeze blow away)

We will swaddle together

for our home-spun pleasure

each night when we snuggle to rest.

Then wake singing songs

to a corn-silk-mist-sunrise

to make love and treasure each day.

(Oh! to make love

again and again

and treasure each day!)