The Sweetest Gift

My loving wife "Rebecca"

We the frail likes of which

have never known so sweet

Do love each others heart alone

in secret places that we meet

____________________________

We touch each of the other

in the dusk pearl of the spring

Hold the light of love's embrace

as both our hearts take wing

____________________________

Caught in the web of years

that binds our lives so tight

Giving all to each desires dreams

for the hopes to love's delight

____________________________

Never was there a mood of mine

lost in the love song of embrace

That you gave my soul to sing

in wonders lit by our secret place

 ____________________________

Think I must have eyes to see

this heart so unknown till now

Opened the light of imprisoned love

that hung on the weighted bough

_____________________________

Where dark the days of my past

now lit by the bright sunshine

I give the world another look

to see its sweet gift as mine

 

 

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Author's Note

This was just a wandering thought I had while thinking on my wife.

Reviews

[Kate Hunter]

nice job. This was a beautiful poem.

[Beatles9322]

SO gorgeous! I love the song and this part:
Where dark the days of my past

now lit by the bright sunshine

I give the world another look

to see it's sweet gift as mine

[Brian Kraklau]

beautiful

[BLACKCRUSH]

Hello my friend , I knew this was about your wife before I read the authors note. I think this is romantic and the way you express your love for her in this piece is like your talking about your soul mate. One thing I can say about your work Tate is that even when your writing a piece that may not be cheerful it always has a ray of light in it. This was a pleasure to read , it gave me hope something that doesen't happen often. Congrats on your awards also ( : B C

[Kes]

Wonderful.
A beautiful write.

[LonelySoul]

nothing lost in translation,you must have a wonderful wife

[JanieB]

Beautifully written Tate. Lovely.

[Richard Williams]

An elegant flow framed in the latticework of love, a gentle delight of the poet's satin heart in a delicate yet lasting bloom. A heartfelt intoxicant wherein the soul sips the sweetness.

[Marie Harrison]

Very lovely poem, what a tribute to your wife.

[Cafe Reader]

Good writing!