By JH Sayyar
Every morn thy smile outshines the sun,
A light more constant than the eastern flame;
Though days may fade and battles be undone,
Thy love remains, unwavering, the same.
Thy voice is music, gentle, soft, and wise,
A balm to soothe the tempests of my soul;
The stars find mirrors in thy quiet eyes,
And in thy gaze I see my spirit whole.
When age shall steal the rose from off thy cheek,
And silver threads among thy locks shall lie,
Still shall I find thee fair, and never weak—
For beauty dwells where truth and kindness lie
No jewel glows as bright within my life
As thou, my heart, my home, my noble wife.
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