I don't normally feature poetry her at GfM:WCMCLFPUAftVoM, but I really liked this poem over at The Thinking Housewife.
I like how the woman in the poem knew instantly that this was her man, and that it was based on his kindness and truth. I'm not saying that all men and all women can know so soon, because they obviously can't. Occasionally it happens like that, but usually it doesn't.
Death comes for us all, my Lord, even for Kings. And a good death largely consists of a life well lived. The woman in this poem lived life well. May we all be so fortunate.