She is Growing Weary

I stopped writing poems for my dearest.
But still her love for me is the sweetest.
I found out that she is growing tired.
But her strength is what I have always admired.

She looks sad and weary all these days.
I am bothered, there is pressure over grace.
I found myself counting all the things we have done.
I realized I am counting them one by one.

Things have been so rough before.
My dearest and I struggled once and more.
But look to where we are today,
We have never regret to where we chose to stay.

Now I'm writing poem to my dearest.
I want to remind her of her love so sweetest.
I hope she will refrain from growing tired.
Cause I know there is this strength in her I have always admired.