A Poet and Her Missionary
In realms of ink, where verses bloom,
A poet weaves her words, a tender loom.
Her heart’s muse, her eternal flame,
A missionary, her beloved’s name.
Together they paint a vibrant scene,
Love’s palette ablaze, a sacred dream.
She finds solace in his steadfast grace,
He finds inspiration in her poetic embrace.
With pen in hand and love’s fire aglow,
She writes of their journey, the highs and lows.
Her words like whispers on wings of dove,
Expressing their bond, a gift from above.
In distant lands, where souls find rest,
He spreads compassion, a mission blessed.
She stands by his side, a pillar strong,
Supporting his purpose, where he belongs.
Through letters penned with tender care,
Their souls entwined, a bond they share.
In each verse, her love finds its place,
A testament of devotion, a sweet embrace.
He fights the battles, both seen and unseen,
A warrior of hope, a beacon serene.
She captures his essence in lines of art,
Their love, a symphony played in every part.
In moments apart, their hearts unite,
Across oceans wide, their love takes flight.
Through prayers whispered in the twilight hours,
They bridge the gap with love’s healing powers.
And when they reunite, a glorious sight,
Love’s tapestry woven, shining bright.
A poet and her missionary, hand in hand,
Two souls entwined, a love that expands.
For in their union, worlds collide,
A poet’s heart with a missionary’s stride.
Together they journey, bound by love’s vow,
Creating a legacy that shall forever allow.
So let their story be etched in rhyme,
A testament to love, through space and time.
A poet and her husband, a union so grand,
Their love, a masterpiece, forever at hand.
