Cherished is the Night
*I wrote this sonnet some years ago for my wife, who suffers from fibromyalgia since an auto accident in 1995. An anniversary poem
not Aphrodite's vernal ivory skin
nor Cleopatra's jasmine scented hair
could tempt this man to stray in lustful sin
for next to you no beauty can compare
like Tristan who succumbed to Isolde's spell
or Romeo who died in sweet embrace
I'd freely sacrifice this earthly shell
to see a lasting smile upon your face
it breaks my heart to know you're in such pain
you try so hard to wear a blithe facade
my promise is to stay through sun and rain
remembering the vows made under God
let's celebrate our love 'til morning light
and may we ne'er forget this cherished night
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