She looks at me
now and then.
Her big eyes almost
shining in the firelight.
She sometimes
comes close to me
brushes her lips onto mine
and whispers
I love you so much, honey
so very much.
Then the familiar
fragrance of her hair.
Spins my head in need.
Even after all these years.
I still burn for her.
And inside my head
I say a little prayer
of gratitude
for having her
as my wife