I touched her fingers to my lips
and tasted her essence, her being.
My better half, sometimes bitter half,
whose love's been paid for by the passing
of the years.
A love that's been earned through the tiny tribulations
that go noticed only by the watchful eyes
of that life I swore to share.
Upon my thoughts and actions
are all her better parts, laid so deeply
that even when away I can feel
her tender loves impression upon me.
A love that's time worn
into the fabric of my soul,
and clearly visible to all others
who may interlope upon our lives.
This creature, this being.
Whose thoughts at times are so alien
to my fractured life.
That even when apart from myself,
looking down,
I am held in silent disbelief.