Alistair J. Ferguson
My - Poem by Alistair J. Ferguson
Who is this Lady that holds my had?
Who is this Lady that can understand?
Who is this Lady that hears my plea?
That lovely Lady that stand by me.
She sees my pain and wipes my tears,
she is so understanding and know my fears.
There is not much more this Lady can do,
when some days I am feeling low, and blue.
The warmth, the love. the things that care.
to turn around the see that Lady is there.
Share my pain I will not do,
but my love for there is oh so true.
Who is this Lady who shares my strife?
that Lady is of -course, my darling wife.
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