lucidly

my wife created for me
as a key fits into a lock devised by inventiveness
so mine fits into hers for oneness in intimacy that is priceless

my prize would be under lock and key if it were jewels
she is priceless in value, mine yet free
my living treasure made in God's image
to possess her is travesty 

her love covers her imperfections and mine
our faults forgiven

she, utterly unique, 
her will, 
marvel mystery in manifold ways, 
her image, 
her deeds, 
our hearts

despite treachery, 
pains and joys intermixed
her thoughts perfectly divine
my life in hers reflected