Tag: Marriage

What She’s Like

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She considers herself an average girl,
Who’s led a sort of mundane life:
This model-scientist-dancer-preacher
Who I happen to call my wife —

She was an entrepreneur for years;
She’s a volunteer when she sees a need:
She’s been a mother, a grandmother now,
And there’s not enough hours for her to read

All the books that we have, or she wants to have.
She’s curious and inquisitive;
She defends anyone who is ganged up on,
And knows, and believes, what it is to forgive —

She loves to move and she loves to laugh,
And she always gives comfort to those who mourn:
She as wonder-filled as the sea and the sky,
And’s had love in her heart since the day she was born —

She loves to come up with a better idea;
She lives to watch dramas that come from Korea,
She worries about the strange man that she wed,
But after a day, when it’s all done and said,

She closes the eyes on that beautiful face
Having made the world, my world, a much better place;
And I think, every morning, as I move the cover,
I can never quite say just how deeply

I love her

In The Swirl of Moments

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Now older, your dark hair turned to light,
Your mind and words, sometimes, turn back on older days.
I see you, lost in remembered joys:
When you felt powerful, and the world was open wide.
Perfectly beautiful, complete in yourself,
You can’t disguise how much you feel you’ve lost.
I did not know you in those days;
The Venns of our lives had not yet overlapped.

We willingly trade the things we love
To aid the people we love,
But that does not mean the process is
Without grief; nor does it lessen
The good of the present.
Vanity is air: not really there, in some ways,
But totally necessary;
Love is like water: surrounding and
Caressing us.

I look at you, across this swirling warm pool,
Eyes closed, mind of former days, and think:
My love, you are still so beautiful, so strong:
And while there’s much we must let go of,
Never let go of what makes you

You

A Hope

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The first time that I saw her there
I had to kind of catch my breath —
To fall so hard seemed so unfair:
Another day, another death —

But then I saw her looking back:
The days came wild, I lost track —
A look that turned into a life,
And hope that turned into

A wife

A Special Privilege

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This place is warm and feels like home,
Each thing reminds me of her;
I have a special privilege –
It is my job to love her

The last few days, I’ve had a cold,
She had one just last week;
The autumn season juggernaut’s
Left little time to speak

But I go in the other room,
She’s reading in our bed;
My voice is shot right now; but there’s
Not much that needs be said

There’s cold and dusk out of these doors,
The day’s last light will perish:
I have a special privilege –
For she is mine
To cherish

By The Window

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I see her by the window, there,
In elegance, an autumn shawl,
A cup of coffee in her hand,
It takes my breath. For after all

The years I’ve known her, still I see
The girl I fell for (present tense)
Who’s made my heaviness more light,
And makes each day

An elegance

An Anniversary

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In real life, my wife is a minister;
She’s often with the sick, dying, or grieving.
She is tonight, even though
It is our wedding anniversary.

The woman I fell in love with
Had so much love in her that
It spilled over onto other people:
Both the joyous and celebrating and
Those hurting or in pain.
This is not just a gift, it is
A calling:
To bring whatever comfort is possible
Where possible.

And I still love her for it.

So happy anniversary, my love,
Even though I’ll probably be asleep
When you read this.
I’m grateful to be able to witness
The daily overflow firsthand.