lucidly

my wife created for me

as a key fits into a lock devised by inventiveness

so mine fits into hers for oneness in intimacy that is priceless

my prize would be under lock and key if it were jewels

she is priceless in value, mine yet free

my living treasure made in God's image

to possess her is travesty 

her love covers her imperfections and mine

our faults forgiven

she, utterly unique, 

her will, 

marvel mystery in manifold ways, 

her image, 

her deeds, 

our hearts

despite treachery, 

pains and joys intermixed

her thoughts perfectly divine

my life in hers reflected