Seldom have I seen a finer portrait of married love.
She knows how to make him a happy man.
Like day and night, the one defines the other, and yet they cannot coexist.
She holds the world in her hands, but does she have any idea how rich she is?
Can I seek joy, satisfaction, without my love?
The dawning sky with all its brilliant hue will soon be gone...
Can you imagine what it must be like to forget your past?
He will not necessarily protect us—not from anything it takes to make us like His Son.
My love has been away a long, long time, And it looks like he’ll be gone much longer still.
A poem for Father's Day