My Connubial One Poem by Edgar Eslit

Caressing my cheeks like a waterfall,
Raving all the nights when tears befall.

Others won't let me sleep,
But she wouldn’t love to see me get all the night I weep.

Praying silently, try to wake no one up,
But there, I'm supported always on top,

She’ll do all odds and lose for none,
Supporting me for her is great and fun.

In an attempt to make my life glitter,
She’ll dive for pearls and for life better.

Behind all the sad scenes, she’d be waiting for a cue,
Surely, she’d come to my rescue.

At times when I'm utterly week and scared,
She’d stand to make sure that I am spared.

Though time and again her cheerful patience knows no end,
Yes, she was, is, and will be my dearest friend.