My Lady

My Lady just had a nuclear scan with radioactive injection,
what a fusion was no illusion and shattered atoms and some,
I watched as the giant machine peeled away layers gone,
to reveal her soul which was so powerful the machine stopped.

Everything was fine although there are always things to be done,
not insurmountable, rather illuminated like a lovely sun;
while I was watching I knew that it could have been me,
but whatever that machine found, I could never match mystery.

I could never equal that lovely smile and incredible charm,
I was so proud that she was with me always on my arm,
not forever easy but between us we conjured great magic,
that ethereal mist hung like a velvet glove wrapped in love.

The machine started again taking a hundred pictures a second,
recorded everything, mystique, and one of me just to make sure.

Our 34th wedding anniversary is on 
a date we shall never forget - 9/11.