Oh, let me lay my head tonight upon your breast
And close my eyes against the light. I fain would rest.
I’m weary and the world looks sad. This worldly strife
Turns me to you! And, oh, I’m glad to be your wife.
Though friends may fail or turn aside, yet I have you.
And in your love I may abide for you are true.
My only solace in each grief, and in despair
Your tenderness is my relief. It soothes each care.
If joys of life could alienate this poor weak heart
From yours, then may no pleasure great enough to part
Our sympathies fall to my lot. I’d ever remain
Bereft of friends, though true or not, just to retain
Your true regard, your presence bright, thru care and strife;
And, oh, I thank my God tonight I am your wife.
P.S. Dear Man of Mine. We’ve had a vacation and been so busy I really don’t mind that we didn’t exchange cards this year. Here’s a poem that I would love to have found in a card.