‘Twas when we both were young
that spirits from above,
did seemingly
conspire with fate
to instigate our love.

And fleur Digitalis,
with petal sweet and rare,
did line the walk
with stately stalk
our pathway to prepare.

For in that flowered spring,
I first did know my heart,
then did my soul
on seeing you

from sorrows first depart.

And when we were made one
and vows exchanged that day,
I knew at once
we’d e’er enjoy
love’s most complete bouquet.

Bonded firm together,
our fortunes melded now,
I held your love
above all else,
this paradise now.

And time can ne’er erase
our love forever true,
each passing day
in every way
our union grows anew!

And when in sickness, love,
your life did threaten end,
I steeled my heart
we ne’er could part―
these sorrows we’d transcend.

Uttermost devotion,
has bound my heart to thine,
I can not breathe,
I can not live
without you being mine!

I can not look on thee,
and not remember love,
and ere I’d be
bereft of you,
I’d taste of grave foxglove!

Bloom of purple flower,
protect my true love’s heart,
for if it fails
the world is lost,
my soul full rent apart.

And so each waking hour,
I pray this love to keep,
my hand in yours
emotion stirs
and through my heart doth sweep.

Thank thee, holy spirits,
for blessing all my days!
For gift of her,
I do aver,
forever, I’ll sing praise!

And looking back at life,
when final rest doth call,
I’ll comfort me
just knowing that
to me she gave her all.

Lara Wilson

Lara Wilson

Editor at NY Literary Magazine
Lara holds a B.A. in Comparative Literature. She's a native New Yorker, an after-school English tutor, and a bookworm.
Lara loves photography and horseback riding.
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