MY NAVIGATOR
By David Allen
It’s been 30 years
and I have only now realized my love, my wife,
is more than my muse and soulmate.
She is also my navigator.
Like our car rides in the country,
where she sits next to me,
her hands holding tight to the fear post
as I sometimes stray too far to the curb,
or forget to stop at a light,
she settles in as I maneuver
the twists and turns of our life.
She endures the plot twists
and miscues, giving directions
that help me to somehow
stay on course for the future we both
deserve – as many more loving years
together as we wish.
She helps set the course,
proving love does exist for those
whose chosen path is
endless love.
Type Dancing 
Nice, David.
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We see she is not a passenger, but a co-pilot, plus a navigator.
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