To My Wife

Methinks I've been Shot

Bows and hearts were made to be broken
Cupid has flown and left me a token
An arrow he shot upon my behest
The taste of an Angel pierced through my frail chest

The shaft of the arrow so deep did it drive
I felt so much love when it finally arrived
My prayer has been answered, my wound will be cleansed
I’m much more for loving you, my wife….my dear friend