Anna (My Only Treasure)

This tribute to my friend Anna (commissioned by her sweet husband) also stands as an ode to love. Love, she makes me look foolish and clumsy. All the same, I stand by her.

--The meanness of the world falls behind
when I see her keep me in her eyes.
In her gaze, I'd do anything to stay.
Like the reckless birds that fly in May,
I'd dare to do any trick or turn
I'd throw myself against the wind to earn
the love and the gaze of Anna.

My only treasure, my Anna---