I sit in our empty room
beside the opaque shade
of your favorite lamp...
I understand the despondency
it is to be a woman.
Few valuable years ago
you were few years old younger
I was thirty plus years younger than you
and sparks tossed our hearts
then they became one to flutter
with our dreams they tower
in perfect addendum.
Beside the lamp shade
I've seen us fractured
sometimes we were injured
like the opaque light
we failed to keep sight
of why this life is meant living for
of why each path is worth walking for...
the opaque shade figured this long ago
equal to the lampshade beside me
but it locked itself in deep silence
not care to give a clue
that it was harmful...
somewhat it could withstand
and watch us grow as seasons change
as we carry on to find
the perfect guide to marriage...
and as i sit beside the opaque shade
of your favorite lamp
i recall the times you fall
and how many times I've catch you....
and those times i lost my all
how you became my guide..my strength...my eyes...
if there is someone who listens...
who can paint clearly the reason
behind my aches
or my smiles in the bend...
it is You.
Here in our empty room
immersed in opaque shade
thinking of you in your hospital bed
i realize the worriment
it is to be a wife in love.