Poetry

There are times that I do know that you are wonderful, my wife,
where you do treat me as your very own
and in your heart there is passion and more than compassion
when you tell me all of your secrets,
where at times as if lost we cling to moments,
finding something deeper in each experience
and there is something more than just a kind of knowledge
that with and without us life does continue
when we do find meaning in the smallest things
and what binds us is much more than just a ring
when you make the entire world beautiful to me
and sometimes I then feel like a child
when I experience life in a new way
the more I am involved with you.