To Melody, My Life’s Gentle Song

My dearest wife, my breath, my light,
You hold me close through darkest night.
In this long valley of tears I tread,
It’s your love that lifts my weary head.

That March day marked the cruel start—
The pain that pierced both flesh and heart.
Suffering came, silent and wide,
And I lay near death, with none beside.

But in that cold and sterile place,
I longed once more to see your face.
Not for farewell, nor last goodbyes,
But just to look into your eyes.

By grace alone, I lived once more,
To face the weight that dialysis bore.
Yet by my side, you gently stay,
Warming each unforgiving day.

You, my love, so pure, so true,
A quiet soul the heavens drew.

You smile at jokes so simple, so small,
And somehow, you rise above it all.
Your heart still bears the deepest scar—
From Nico’s pain that traveled far.

Oh how you’ve suffered, how you’ve cried,
When cancer came and our son died.
And yet, you love without regret,
With strength I never can forget.

I’m sorry for the wrongs I’ve done,
For not being always the worthy one.
But God, in mercy, kept me still—
To love you more, to learn His will.

I do not wish to weigh your days,
With burdens born from broken ways.
So I pray, my love, for peace divine,
That God may draw His mercy line.

Melody, my wife, my grace, my dove—
You are my strength, my endless love.
Forever yours, through joy and strife,
I love you more than words give life.