Sonnet 80 – Pictures

I’ve never enjoyed looking at others’
pictures.  I know it’s considered rude, yet
I feel no joy in some other mother’s
children.  Why should I?  I’ll never forget

my own golden moments - those bright, shiny
seconds spent chasing after my own life,
while stumbling upon fortune with all my
fantasies intact.  You are the true wife

of all my hopes and dreams, and I can see
you clearly if I close my eyes and call
on you.  I thrill to your face above me
as you lean down to kiss me sweetly, all

the stars in our country sky gleaming through
your hair like diamonds cast just to crown you.