A Love Reflected

Somewhat poetic, not much of a rhyming scheme. Sure we all can relate whether it is you and your love. Or looking at your parents or grandparents and seeing how their love can stand their aging lives.

A Love Reflected

Husband, but more, greatest love, hands adjoined, lend your attention;

 A hand once smooth and naked; now toiled and tattered. Not 

not yet broken, nor shattered.

 The years, now mapped by a physicality.

Once grown on your head, now marks your face, and sheds youth.

 Each struggle I endured, all growth I have earned;

With eyes fixed, I say,

You, enough was never had.

 My wife, eyes ever pierce me blue,  left me anything but sad.

 Once blazing hair, now stricken more pale.

Not beauty lost, but an age earned.

 I held true with the aging of you;

Finding solace in the contrasts, your lacks I kept tight the slack.

 You came to me vivid, like a scream, storm, river rush of certainty.

Such scream still pitched, and river rushes still.

 For you, hear this, love's full measure has not reached.