In the time before our souls were formed

In the time before our souls were formed, A gentle artist looked upon his clay. Its coldness by those loving hands was warmed, And then together, on his bench we lay. You were there before the moment of my birth. You were my laughter as I danced before the wind. You were the rain, the sun, the coolness of the earth, My courage to admit when I had sinned. Your gift you share with me, that makes me whole, The poets heart that beats iambic time, Reveals to me with every beat your soul, And on life's page I watch your words sublime. Every word and action has been stored. Each moment captured in a thread so fine. The love spun into strands, then silken cord, Unbreakable, that links your heart to mine When time takes up its jasmine scented brush And draws the lines of silver through my hair, Softly supplanting summers scarlet blush Til only snow remains, you will be there.