She was beautiful in her full and bloom and, in way, he adored her all the more. Her face in light of morning’s cast, sun’s shine on them on porch; beauty of the moment, beauty in being, made world and home of cultivated wilds where life and family made roots. He kissed her gently, as sun in fall, sense warming as the same; grace of his hand, gentle to body, further tell of his adore and affection for her way; soft draw of her shirt, widening to free—laugh-mirth in the morning light—full bared in the morning sun. Smile of souls—eye to eye—as she took his hand and returned to love and heart of home.