Anton's Ideas

Ode to my Wife

To thee, my wife, my love my life
I own all pleasure I have known
My guardian through all harm and strife
Whose heart beats always with my own.
I offer you everything that is mine
And pray each day in gratitude
To God who made you so divine, 
Adopting no hypocritical attitude
When praising your eyes, your hair your face
Without which I’ll die each morn and night
When thou art taken to a higher place
To dwell forever in God’s loving sight.

But, my darling, I well can see
T’is better mourning fall to me
Than thou remain, thy tears to shed,
Each night without me in thy bed.