To Love Her
is to shiver at the beginning
of every sleep
and pray that the morning comes.
For what if I do not wake,
and a lifetime of her laughter is stolen
from me.

To Love Her
It is to know that she is now the center of my world.
That no other relation or figure could triumph
in the face of her. 
As she is all I see.

To Love Her
is to fear every moment away.
Fearing that through some
unforeseen accident
I may have seen her
for the last time.

To Love Her
is an agony of the most wonderful kind.
It is the sparkle in her eye that enlivens
and lets me know why I was put here
after all.

To Love Her
is to see two pairs of little legs running about
cheering behind
their mother's voice.

To Love Her
is to add warmth to rain,
calm to wind
and a coolness to the sun
It is when I see her reflection in my glass of wine
and the world stops spinning,
just as it did, long ago,
on our first date.