I recently finished a commission of "The Wild Rose," a poem by Wendell Berry (I highly recommend this episode of On Being with him). What simple, touching verses, and such a lovely present for a husband.
"The Wild Rose" by Wendell Berry
Sometimes hidden from me
in daily custom and in trust,
so that I live by you unaware
as by the beating of my heart,
suddenly you flare in my sight,
a wild rose blooming at the edge
of thicket, grace and light
where yesterday was only shade,
and once more I am blessed, choosing
again what I chose before.