Ode to my wife

For all that is spoiled in this world today
There is still a place to go
Where all your troubles and dismays
Could never taint your soul.

For some it is the ocean
Where a gentle flowing breeze
Will take away their worries
To be lost over the seas.

Babe, you are my ocean.
You ease my troubled mind.
As long as you are with me
We will stand the test of time.

GWC' 06

This poem was published along with more of my work in a book entitled Eternal Portraits.