An ode to my beautiful wife

Days
filled with dusty tomes and forgotten archives,
the memories of lives long since lived;
paradise for the historian.

Nights
spent with family and friends,
a welcome respite from long days of ponderous thought
as the cogs turn,
churning out ideas, themes, patterns.

Swept up in it all;
sometimes I forget to tell her just how much I miss her.

She,
who is my life, my light, the heart of my being;
who waits restlessly for my return from distant shores.

She,
whose smile haunts my every waking thought;
whose open arms and generous spirit warm the darkest, the coldest of rooms;
whose spirit, stalwart and loyal
still holds ample room for care and comfort.

My beautiful Helen,
I miss you more than darkened sky misses the kiss of the sun;
I miss you more than desert sands miss the gentle caress of rain;
I miss you more than all the lovers throughout history have missed their partners.

You are my evening star;
the first, the brightest, and the most memorable.

I love you.

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