It's not easy to describe what is, after all, not what I've deserved, but what I've needed.


To My Wife

No one knows me as well as you,
knowing me more than I can do.
You have been to me my very all,
my life’s blood, body, and soul.
I cannot imagine any other,
as best friend, guide, and lover.

Love is a keen edged possession,
being first forged in our passion,
then later tempered by affection.
Yet love gives our lives its meaning.
And it is the love that we love by
that lets us know we’re loved thereby;

As we’ve grown older, you and I,
we’ve never let life’s joys slip by,
and with the passage of the years
you helped me to embrace my fears;
accepting the dark with the light,
in the dawn together after the night.

Seeing you through the eyes of love
I see the girl who will always be there,
and while time may trap us in memory,
what is past is gone, there is only here:
floating like moths around deaths flame,
but we’d do it all again – just the same.

When I read this you’ll smile and say,
“it’s time for bed – put your pen away”.
Then you’ll stand and put out the light,
to lead me upstairs for now its late,
and though there is snow on the roof,
there is still some fire in the grate.


© D G Moody 2023






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Written on 2023-07-15 at 17:42

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Thank for, Dougie, for sharing this very personal and obviously heartfelt ‘love letter’ with us. It seems that as we partners grow towards our horizons we recognise how we would wish to press ‘replay’ and experience it all over again. This thought is one that comes into my mind more and more these days, and I wonder (just wonder!) if it has anything to do with reincarnation in any way. One lifetime is simply not enough. Blessings and love, Allen
2023-07-15