For Pamela

author: Brad Spear

posted 28 October 2009 in Poetry

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O’er three years and fifteen, have you been mine.
Before this was darkness, empty all ’round.
You saved me from hell of my own design,
And soon to your side I chose to be bound.
To be in your arms, your hand on my side,
To touch your soft skin, your hair and your face,
You shed joyous tears and become my bride.
To you, my heart, and our wedded embrace.
To know you are here, my core of desire,
Faithful and loving through life that we share.
Easy is life with our passions afire,
Difficult trust when my soul is laid bare.
My wife, my love, my confessor, my friend,
Yours shall I be ’til the world finally end.


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