Most Greatest: A Poem

She’s my most precious prize and my greatest irritation.
Oxymoronic, no, just what nature wrought.
You know, the aftermath of disobedience.
Credence given, this off balanced system.
Righteousness pleads for a soul in need.
Heavy the weight, only if chosen to carry.
Redemption’s nigh, How to surrender?
History holds, a compressive force, this nature.
Yet, love.

For my 51st Birthday, my wife surprised me with a #baecation to an island I've been wanting to visit for so long. She also scheduled for her to ride on a horse this morning because she knew I probably wasn't going to go. However, I went and now I know for sure that I don't ever have to ride a horse again.