1992

If I could drink the pale silvered milk of the harvest moon
and taste it sweet and gleaming, dripping on my lips
I could truly be sated

If I could ride upon the feathered wings of the nighttime wind
enveloping the billowing clouds, whispering through the trees
I could truly be free

If I could be the warm sunlight gowning the green earth
in life giving glow, letting all things drink of my sustenance
I could truly give

If I could be the soft fragrance of frail petals blown gently
on the warm spring breeze, bringing essence
to any for their pleasure
I could truly have peace

If I could have your love forever and could drink always
from the beauty of your soul
I could have all of these things. I love you

James Jarrett

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-poem-to-my-wife/