Was I ever not his Mrs Davies?

Was I ever not his Mrs Davies? This thought has been with me all evening. What a bizarre force time is - flying by yet standing still.

I haven't blogged recently but that's primarily due to a lack of computer rather than a lack of heart for it. My notebooks are full to the brim and I am determined to write more regularly with time but for now I'm posting something I seldom write - a poem that rhymes. I get scared that it'll sound childlike but I hope you hear its heart.

As for the photo, that's part of a text message written by my one and only the night before our wedding (i.e. 3 years ago today) after a busy, exciting week of preparations.

Though so very far away, there are some precious moments when my heart feels like it couldn't possibly feel closer to him in feeling, even if it hurts.

Was I ever not his Mrs?
Did I ever bear the status miss?
Were my arms ever unheld by his arms?
My lips a stranger to his kiss?
Was I not from the beginning his girl?
Did another ever hold my gaze?
Was I not always half of our whole?
Was my heart not his for all my days?
Memories of days before him distant,
Time without him seems a blurry haze,
In this moment my heart beats for one only,
In remembering beautiful days.
And I know that in this moment,
Though in body too long gone,
Love is mine in all its fullness,
Here in tears but also song.
Time and death they have no power
Great enough to beat this heart.
Truest love and deepest blessing
Remain mine though far apart.
Heaven may seem too far at times,
Yet at times I lose my breath,
At the closeness I ever feel,
Love has conquered over death.
Its power cannot be beaten,
Broken hearts still on can beat.
Hope is mine and love to cherish,
And one day again we'll meet.