Ode To My Wife

by Anton Wills-Eve

A short reflection for December the 2nd.

Ode To My Wife

To thee, my wife, my love my life

I owe all pleasure I have known

My guardian through all harm and strife

Whose heart beats always with my own.

I offer thee everything that is mine

And pray each day in gratitude

To God who made thee so divine

Adopting no hypocritical attitude

In praising thy eyes, thy hair thy 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.