She Is My Precious Gem. Poem by Michael Gale

My bridge was thy span that reached to my heart...
From her, it arrived, to stretch deeply into mine.

Her splendid tremor-red beating heart...
Beaten for me as mine for hers.

Her smile quenched my heart's hungered thirst...
For she be'ith mine heart felt place of first.

We extinguished each other's fiery flamed passion...
We complimented each one's traits.

I left not to her, a feeling of guilt or displeasure...
My love for her, is in quantity, hardest of hard to measure.

Of her happy feelings, i gladly grazed of her beau-tied, pasture...
My love for her, I have told her, that will last longer than last year.

Many, many more emotional loyalties...
Let's me withstand, all her time spent into the
'get-ready' area of the toiletries...

Waiting' on a woman, is what all men, can soon, learn to master...
Forgiveness of the heart, is what we men, soon do learn, much faster.

We do get mad at them, women folk...
Even if they constantly of time, do poke.

But-that is usually expected...
Only, if for no other reason, we are not rejected.

Women, we can't live with them, and not without them.
They are our jewel, and very precious, finely polished gem.