i've just been thinking about loving my wife a lot lately...so at the risk of sounding slightly like a sissy i thought i'd throw out some free verse.
it's a reminder for us all
and a peek into my mind for her.
You can never tell your wife too often that you want her.
She is elemental, but you’re the imitation rain.
You would drown in someone else’s pools.
You are desperate and parched
whenever she is not close at hand.
For my whole life I’ve hoped to die while swimming on downstream
holding her hand – a waterfall that daily makes me clean.
She is my aqua vitae.
I am her Samaritan.