Weekend Fiction - Keeper / Longing Poetry

For this edition of Weekend Fiction, I've done something rather strange.  On the left is a poem I wrote to my wife not long after the birth of our son.  On the right is the same poem with the words scrambled.  I find it interesting that even with the words in random order, much of the sentiment remains.
Keeper Keeper of my heart Mother of my son How can I even start To say that you're my love Friend, Lover Helped me discover The life that I was longing for Ten years have passed Still you stir my soul Without you I wouldn't be whole Wife, Mother I could not love another Always, you'll be in my heart	Longing Keeper always Keeper discover To that in you not I passed You'll still my love be whole How could my I love without you Start be of I Friend, I wouldn't That for years even helped Lover of life The heart was Mother Heart me can another You're soul my stir Say my Wife, Mother have my son ten
By the way, for the two of you that were interested, last week's edition of Weekend Fiction, “The Visitor” was loosely based on the Star Trek episode Requiem for Methuselah.