Love's Favorite Child

Hey, remember that poem
You wrote many years ago?
The one I like to look at
The one that moves me so?

You didn't know it at the time
And quite frankly, neither did I
That the "we"of whom you spoke
Would be us and we would  cry

You spoke of how you'd forgive me
When you'd show me I was wrong
It's part of our majestic tapestry
That fills our hearts with song

I know my place and that I belong
Every time you reach out to me
I humbly let you be in charge
Because love's favorite child is "we"