my perfect valentine

“There is always some madness in love, but there is always  
also some reason in madness.”—Friedrich Nietzsche  

For my Beloved Wife  
 
it may not be a perfect love  
yet it is genuine  
of all the treasures from above  
no gift is so divine  
as knowing that your heart is mine  
though all the world were dead  
you are my perfect valentine  
none else can take your stead  
 
a guarantee of perfect days  
eludes the strongest will  
yet do i promise you always  
that though the moon stand still  
when day is overdue and hill  
and vale crave morning light  
i'll carry you o'er every rill  
till we transcend our plight.  
 
we may not weave the perfect life  
from fabrics of our years  
but tapestries knit from their strife  
leave oft the wisest tears  
when we can smile at former fears  
and count the seasons past  
and reap the fruit that patience bears  
with gladness unsurpassed  
 
© Copyright 2021 February 13  
by Clyve A. Bowen♫