John Hess (Fayetteville, N.C.)
Take it from me all you men out there,
a wife holds you heart;
So when sorrow hits and grief grips you,
you'll find that you are a part.
Now I sit alone with a lot of time on my hands,
Hoping you'll heed my warning;
Constructing the words how else do I stand,
For now comes the time of mourning.
All of your days keep her in your heart,
Or complacency will be your demise;
Do not ignore what you perceive to be little,
For to her it is dear, so be wise.
Tell her you love her each passing day,
And date her all you can;
Remember the things that captured her heart,
For there is where it all began.
Remember these things for simple it is,
Love is a living thing;
Feed it each day so strong it may be,
Or your heart will take the sting.
Blinded we are of matters of heart,
And our wives pays the price;
So reflect to the day that she was your world
And please take my advice...
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