I'm running out of ideas...and that's scary. I really feared I'd have nothing to bring to the table today, but then this came...
THE MOMENT OF UNDERSTANDING
Madonna and child.
For the first time he understood
Kneeling before her,
His eyes tenderly passed over her.
Her beautiful features,
Softened as she nestles,
The down-covered head of their child,
To the nourishing swell of her breast.
How could one woman,
Once beautiful, angelic temptress,
Of a mere woman,
Come to mean so much to him?
With reverence he had no idea,
He was capable of feeling,
He extended one tensile finger,
And ever so lightly reached towards her.
He skimmed from the full upper curve,
Of her baby-fastened breast,
Down to the suckling lips of child,
Onward to the sleek contracting cheeks.
Yes, for the first time he understood.
Love is so much grander,
Than he'd ever known before,
Deeper than his heart could contain.
Love is an ache beyond his loins,
A heaviness in the region of his heart,
And a swelling pride from his very soul,
Love is one word...wife!