Allison has this way
of making the sun come up
in the deep southern sky

like the rose before the rain,

she’s bound to change,
I’m bound to reify

she signs the page;
admittedly I am terrified
because I don’t know why

she would shine this precious light 

in this spring of life, the warm sun bright 
and cascading down,
it shatters and scatters all around;

I vow I will treat her right
from now ‘til the end of time

and

Allison has a remarkable smile
that no one’s ever seen;
it’s a rare, rare thing

and I think
if she would appear in my dream,
I could get her to speak
and concede—
she’ll grant that expression to me

like the novels we read,
but this will be realer
I’ll write a reminder

It’s never been clearer
It’s never been kinder

in this spring of life, the warm sun bright 
and cascading down,
it shatters and scatters all around

and I vow I will treat her right
from now til the end of time