Now and Forever
A poem for my husband. With appropriate thanks to Richard Marx for the lyrics, adapted for our story (apologies for the messed-up metre):
Whenever I'm weary from the battles that rage in my head
You make sense of madness when my sanity hangs by a thread
I lose my way but still you always understand
Now and forever you will be my man
Sometimes I just hold you too caught up in me to see
I'm holding a treasure that Fortune has given to me
I'll try to show you each and every way I can
Now and forever you will be my man
Love, I can rest my worries and always be sure
That I won't be alone evermore
I'm so glad that I've known you were there all the time, all this time
Until the day the ocean doesn't touch the sand
Now and forever you will be my man
John. I love you.
Whenever I'm weary from the battles that rage in my head
You make sense of madness when my sanity hangs by a thread
I lose my way but still you always understand
Now and forever you will be my man
Sometimes I just hold you too caught up in me to see
I'm holding a treasure that Fortune has given to me
I'll try to show you each and every way I can
Now and forever you will be my man
Love, I can rest my worries and always be sure
That I won't be alone evermore
I'm so glad that I've known you were there all the time, all this time
Until the day the ocean doesn't touch the sand
Now and forever you will be my man
John. I love you.