My Precious Rib Poem by Eustace Dunn

As a child adores a crib,
So also I cherish my rib
She's my rib
Because she's my solace
In my kingdom's palace.
My rib won't slice any spice
Because she's wise on mice
Even though she's my spice
I know she's nice.

It’s the thought,
Though I fought,
It couldn't be cut.
Because you've made a trace
On a space
It came in a speedy pace,
Like it’s a race.
It’s you,
To me you are new
Because people like you are few.

It’s my pleasure
Not to mount pressure
Upon the measure
Of your being a treasure.
It’s me again
With you as the main
My heart would regain
And maintain
It’s sane
To wipe my pain.

But as I woke up
To gulp,
I remembered the sun,
I thought I could have fun.
I remembered you aren’t here
To care.
I fear to bear,
Though you aren’t near
But you are there
And dear.

I never thought I could be alive again.
Never thought I could revive again,
Never knew into love I could dive again!
I can now survive!
With your love,
I’ll regain my sane.