To My Dearest Wife, My Home

Away from you,

Separated by time, space and distance,

I start my days mostly bewildered,

At times lonely,

And mostly with my heart,

Ever aching and ever more yearning

Without you, solitude is no bliss;

It’s a lonesome in excess,

Often do I lament in surfeit,

Not because I like my present least,

But, I love my home more

Home is a place of grace,

It endows love in bountiful.

Home is a hearth,

It endows warmth in abundance 

Home is the star of North,

That misleads not a soul

Home brings eternal delight.

It transforms dreams to reality.

Home takes your hand,

But touches your heart

O Dear,

I am so grateful; I have a home like you

With my warmest regards and felicitation,

I write this epistle

To let you know

That you are my Life’s drawing that needs no eraser.

Love you and happy Valentine’s Day