Many words of beauty, have I heard in life...
Nothing on Earth, here, may compare to the
love, my love, I hold for my wife.
My wife my love, who holds me in her sight...
She is my guide, my heart, my hope, my light.
I am always surrenderering to her beauty, in smiles
that twinkle, to me on....
They surround me with a full feeling, I of warmth
among the love's forrested-vine.
She grows on me each day...
She's the reason, here on Earth-I stay!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is such a lovely piece Michael...nice tribute....Fi...10+++