To Martha, above all.....

In need of all the love
You would ever grant me now,
In need of reasons, truths,
and psalms,
Doing this,
I don't know how.
Love means being everything,
However that may be,
Love means loving you,
And standing up for me.
Nothing you have never done,
And not beyond your power,
Nothing that won't ease my heart
In a murky, nameless hour.
Dream and be have been before,
And here they stand again,
One part be my lover,
But mostly wife and friend.
Tick, tock,
Tick, tock,
Love's mad dance
Of providence,
And mystery's chance.
Of being there,
And holding fast,
Comes nigh the world,
From first to last.
Curl up,
Curl up,
Feed and breathe,
Stand on the prow,
And thus......
BELIEVE.