We travel back in time
To where it all began.
At first glance a diamond in the rough.
Covered with the muck and dirt
Of her youth service.
What drew me in was the light in her eyes
And her beautiful smile,
Though it contrasted greatly with her alabaster skin.
Upon getting to know her
I realised that this was no ordinary diamond
But my own beautiful jewel
Carved specifically for me by
The Master himself.
After winning the war for her heart
I gained the greatest gift a man could ever receive
More than a wife, more than a mother
But a help mate, my other half.
Now we return to present day
After a journey of 17 years
2 children along the way
Her hair greyer,
More wrinkles on her face
Yet an ethereal beauty
That can never fade
Regardless of situation
For better or for worse
Whether we languish in luxury
Or face lack of wealth
I know that i'll cherish you
Through sickness and in health
Until The Lord calls us home
You will always have my heart with you
Wherever you choose to roam
Know this, that I love you.
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 11:35 AM UTC
We travel back in time
To where it all began.
At first glance a diamond in the rough.
Covered with the muck and dirt
Of her youth service.
What drew me in was the light in her eyes
And her beautiful smile,
Though it contrasted greatly with her alabaster skin.
Upon getting to know her
I realised that this was no ordinary diamond
But my own beautiful jewel
Carved specifically for me by
The Master himself.
After winning the war for her heart
I gained the greatest gift a man could ever receive
More than a wife, more than a mother
But a help mate, my other half.
Now we return to present day
After a journey of 17 years
2 children along the way
Her hair greyer,
More wrinkles on her face
Yet an ethereal beauty
That can never fade
Regardless of situation
For better or for worse
Whether we languish in luxury
Or face lack of wealth
I know that i'll cherish you
Through sickness and in health
Until The Lord calls us home
You will always have my heart with you
Wherever you choose to roam
Know this, that I love you.
My fathers poem to my mother, on their anniversary, my mother's name is Joy by the way