Give That Woman Everything! Poem by Chuy Amante

I bow at your feet, may I massage them?
Let me get your socks, file your nails femme?

Your tea is already softly steeping,
started that while you were sleeping.

I gave your helper my Chevron gas card,
soon washed and full, hopefully paint not scarred!

I made your lunch, added sweets and notes,
hoping at noon, your boat it floats!

Blessing your day, each breath you take,
All you do so well, rarely mistakes.

Perfect you are, who cares the details,
All flowers, different but each perfect,
divine smells...

If I sound weak, a wimp of a man,
lost you are my friend,
you see not the FLAME I FAN.

When I worship, serve and acquiesce,
I own her heart, her home, her money, her mind,
her body, her life, her power, her food, her boat,
her cabin, her feet, her face, her smile, her grace...

Get the point? Thru this verse?

Now do this with sincerity and you'll own The Universe.