My Wife Poem by Syed Anwar Yarkhan Jilani

When I think of her I feel the touch
Leaning on me so very much
She loved to be close to me,
Then lift her head, observe me such.

She fast gauged if my mood was bad
Inquires how come and why I was sad.
Opt for strange ideas to make me glad
For a massage she would call the lad.

Sun brightly shines but for a while
She felt the warmth of my smile.
So I leave as it was there for now
Dream! Happiness she would pile.

To my palpitation, she was the heart
Never lost time, loving did her part.
At times when I feigned a sickness
She winked, showed me she was smart.

In my life she was a pot of gold
Said she cherished not being old.
How much more could I love her?
I kept only myself from being sold.