Upstairs, sleeping is my wife
She’s given me so much in life
And loved me hard, through work and play
Since we wed, late one Summer day
Our early passion still survives
Though now its Autumn in our lives
We’d prior marriages that failed
But found over the walls we scaled
A treasure waiting there for us
Of love, respect,
Laughter
And trust
Such loving thoughts and words
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Absolutely beautiful 😊