i've grown accustomed to her face. she almost makes the day begin. i've grown accustomed to the tune that
she whistles night and noon. her smiles
her frowns
her ups
her downs
are second nature to me now;
like breathing out and breathing in. i was serenely independent and content before we met;
surely i could always be that way again-
and yet
i've grown accustomed to her look;
accustomed to her voice;
accustomed to her face
but i'm so used to hear her say
good morning" ev'ry day. her joys