Poem #15--My Friend and My Wife

MY FRIEND AND MY WIFE


My dying bride of thirty years
remember when we met?
I knew we wouldn't last forever
but it hasn't been forever yet.
Sweet bolt of Love with a hue of gold
and the box, all in red, where it's kept;
sweet bird of youth, when it's journey is done,
with its memories feathers its nest.
I sit beside you, my hand in your hand
and you on the threshold of the end of your life
I bring you comfort, your husband and friend
and you bring me meaning, my friend and my wife.
My undying love, I'll fashion for you
into a chain like the days of our lives;
link upon link of bottomless passion
and when we're both gone
that Love still survives.