'Tis Easy Loving Youbysimply__me©
As my years pass into haze I find the zest of youth.
Youth not fraught with fighting age but born from loving you.
Loving you on winsome nights as spring froths into zeal.
Zeal found in your ardent gaze from hazel pools genteel.
Gentle calm of summer's glow alights your angel face.
Face does rid the nascent fear of life in lost embrace.
'Tis easy loving you my rose like breathing morning air.
Air to make a spirit soar and thank the Lord's good grace.
A simple construction intended to express my good fortune, not change Western Civilization. Critique welcomed.