Poem for my Wife

Accepting Mortality.
Scary.
That it is to be.
Sacred to know such truth.
Honoring all of those that passed.
Bee's face the fate of all.
God calls us his.
His we are.
His we will be.
One Day.
Not this Day.
Perhaps.
I Live.
I Love.
Often Over Extrapolated.
I think therefore I am.
Simple.
Life calls.
God Calls.
I Am.
As are you.
Me.
We.
Us.
Eternal.