My dearest wife
True heart of my life
I rest my eyes upon thou brow
Sometimes fair, sometimes stormy as right now
Yet my heart keeps tugging
And I know this is my true love I’m hugging
It is not in loves deep passion,
stormy and wild, no! in quiet compassion
The shared daily grind
Is where my true love blossoms and I find
Myself staring at you, smiling
These are the sweetest things for sharing
It is not as oft portrayed
Through wild passion, laid
On stormy lust, heaving bosoms
That love blossoms
But in the quiet little things we share
Sedate life of shared togetherness, care
That we find true love
It is the gentle dove
A symbol of peace, love
Fitting like a well worn glove
Showing caring
Teaching sharing
Oh my true love, with you by my side
I float through life, I glide
Across the bumps and tribulations
As if these are mere enjoyments, sensations
Not mountains of darkness, dashing
Hope with stormy winds lashing
No, you make my life a joy
It may be quiet, not exciting to some hoi-polloi
But it is happy, true happiness I know
Even in the crossness of your brow
When I do wrong, cross the line
That you would have me toe so fine!
I love you dear, I truly do
My every day is a blessing with you!
I thank the Lord that we met
Even when you get most upset
When I chuckle at your anger
Your eyes flashing warning red, no longer amber!
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