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.
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