donno if this counts as a poem but helped a friend put it together for his wife to be


My wife helps me; Why?
To read between the lines,
leading a healthy life,
She could've let me die,
Instead; She accepts me...I,
Am grateful; Getting rid of the pain,
The disdain and pride,
She's an angel tamed, disguised;

But her love gives it away,
I'm so thankful, tried...
To see her beauty,
And to this day, I cry
The tears seap from the
Pathways, inside..
But our fate, is
In my heart, engraved;
Are eyes
I tend to see the ways and the greyest skies
The rates of hate, and your sacred strides
To keep us together,
Lowest days, your highs

I see your beauty
More clearly, more patient, I..
Love you
These mere phrases,
Are a page in my,
Heart....My book, our lives,
My Eyes,
And your heart was always there,
Apart, subscribed.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh this is good,,,