When I Called You, My Baby Poem by Thomas Plotz

My true love, started with friends of youth
Showing me, I could love her
With the bonds of a loving friendship
Found tied with, northern winter winds

Whom I call Baby
I found my Sun,15 plus years ago and
Our friendship, and bond grew
As they do
Becoming complete and whole

We promise to be true
Forever, high above the
Star Falls

White water rushing
Churning sounds, of delight
Sounds, of white noise was
All we heard
Carried on the wind, through the tall grass green
 
Sings, the beating of Angels wings
Marked this, as the true beginning, in our life
When I Called You, My Baby

T. Plotz
When I Called You, My Baby
9 July 2015