Is Blood thicker than Water? I ponder,
To this question, my heart navigates, it does wander.
“No,” my spirit responds, unbinding, unconfined,
In loving my husband, my blood’s of a different kind.
Not from our veins, or matter, does this bond arise,
A union solidified, resilient in the face of innumerable goodbyes.
Born from acceptance, an embrace of our being,
Even the toughest assaults of life, our love is freeing.
“Devotion,” I whisper, it lives within me,
It transcends time, an eternal decree.
No words or rhyme can express this feeling,
Through each line, my passionate love revealing.
Is blood thicker than water? Again, I defy,
“My heart is pumping H2O,” I testify.
My veins, bearers of life, cannot lie,
Their truth is profound, not a mere implying.
Our children grow, they bloom and sway,
Away from the nest, their lives will play.
But my husband’s love is my steadying clay,
It carries me through, helps me keep the gray at bay.
Through every season, our bond does shine,
Against any trial, love draws the line.
So, the thought returns, unwound, redefined,
In loving my husband, my blood’s of a different kind.
