Bernardita, my beloved, my darling, my bride!
Mother of my Fourteen! My woman fulfilled!
Blessed are we, pilgrims by your side.
Blest be your son-priest and as many as Christ has willed.
Marylike, you were all love and understanding
Serene and smiling thru all stress and strain!
And when our sorrows were utterly demanding,
You showed us how to embrace God's gift of pain!
Your radiant beauty was mine to have and to hold!
I shall sing of my Treasure all the days of my life
Far dearer than fame and fortune and mountains of gold,
God gave me a Saint! To be my wife!
And sinner that I am, God kept me true!
I knew no other woman! No one but you!
By j antonio m carpio
6 September 1994