Poems (Linn)/Wife of Husband
WIFE OF HUSBAND.
I THOUGHT to hide my past awayBeneath the joy that filled my heartWhen we were one, no more to part,Till death should name the parting day.
But still between our clasping lips,Clung lips whose kisses used to thrill;Cold kisses of a love long still,The touch of vanished finger tips.
A something stood between our loveAnd whispered, "Speak, and set me free!"I spoke and told the "used to be,"Each word that once had power to move.
Then, only then, could I attainThe inner temple of his life;Then, only then, was I the wife,Whose soul stood clear, without a stain.