A poem for my wife on her birthday.

What’s important in life, that gives birth unto death?

          It’s the words that I speak, with every breath.

It’s the comfort I bring, 

          It’s the song that I sing.

It’s the smile on my face,

          It’s a heart full of grace.

It’s a gentle touch, a nice firm hug,

         It’s called, reassuring love.

It’s who I am, deep down inside,

         With the Lords help, as I abide.

I promise you this, I will be true.

         There is no one else, only you.

Ricky B