Forever and ever and ever
my mind my raconteur
holds trust in indecision
and wastes another year

As in youth immortal
oblivious to life's change
I squander all my arrows
on targets out of range

There and there and there
opportunity taunts the soul
while here I stand unmoved
as time takes its toll

And soon out of pocket
a life frayed at the seam
as this man in the shadow
feigns the primal scream.

And so this exact image of truth
should stay the breath breathed by youth
of spirit borne out of perfect sense
present past onto future tense
Pure beauty silhouetted by invisible flame
and I in awe hold fast the frame
in knowledge knowing the gift, the life
of one so precious, this woman my wife.