My Love, My Friend
He is not perfect,
and neither am I--
but we connect,
and that's enough to try.
He doesn't let go,
no matter how mad I get.
Our love continues to grow,
with few regrets.
Together through heartache,
through laughter and tears,
his voice is the one
I've treasured for years.
I strive to be a good wife,
his comfort, his hand--
the one who walks with him
across this land.
To me, he is the best.
I thank God our love won't end.
For when I go to my eternal rest,
in Heaven, I'll see my love--my friend.
Alesia Leach © 12/2014
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