The Girlfriend

I spy with my little eye....something spectacular
It’s hard to find, yet completely free
It can sometimes make us blind, but its contents you can see
It won’t change much with the season, and its aging will always show
The longer it shows reason, the closer we will grow
You can hide it or lose it, and sometimes replace it
You can break it, or bruise it, with places you can take it
It will always be very special, you will never feel alone
It will listen and talk, sometimes too long on the phone
It will provide you with the courage, when you feel down low
It will help you find the stuff to make a cold white man of snow
It’s warm and soft, and sometimes reassuring
It will keep us happy and always confirming
With each day with you, the more bricks on the wall
The more bricks I have, the harder it is to fall
I found a pot of gold on the mound and its contents are kind and sweet
No longer will I spy with my little eye as I now feel much more complete