Oh! Viking man of my heart,
how do I love you so hard
still, after all of these years?
Frustrations, separations,
adventures and complications
have all participated
in a marriage grown stronger
as our bodies grow weaker.
I feel like Shakespeare who penned,
“I would not wish anyone but you…”
or like Solomon who sang in his song,
“Your love is more delightful than wine.”
Still, and again after all these years,
I look into your deep blue eyes
and see you there, strong and sturdy,
so I dive in and swim…
until you blink, and the world returns.
Then I feel the loss of you
even though you lie beside me still
and I wonder if I am crazy.
But I’ve been told, we all have
our own little shade of insanity.
Yet the truth remains
that through aging pain
my despair won’t reign
or become a blighted stain
upon my heart.
Your love still rings true,
as does my love for you.
