This is why he is The Reason I Breathe. The way he sees me is astounding. And that he still sees me this way, even after all these years. He still sees beauty, he still celebrates that beauty which his heart has convinced his eyes they see. I’m so grateful for that heart, that sees and holds me with such love.
I used to write sonnets. Wow, that makes it sound like I’ve written quite a few, but the total is maybe between fifteen and twenty. I used to write a lot of poetry, using different styles. Some I’ve been told were quite good. My wife likes them, anyway, and this sonnet I’m going to share with you tonight is for and about her. My beautiful wife, Autumn.
You deserve a sonnet all of your own,
But can these mere words describe your wonder
Like golden leaves on autumn winds are blown
Through woods and groves – my heart tears asunder
At the thought of you without description.
The idea that you’ll pass through this world
Without a true, adequate depiction
That will allow your beauty to unfurl
Should not be granted either space nor time
To sow its vile seed and then reap the doubt
That would grow…
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