R. K. Hart
Tradie And His Lady. - Poem by R. K. Hart
He was just a tradie,
And she was just his little lady.
His work was with his hands,
Loving him was part of her plans.
He worked for her security,
She loved with purity.
He provides for her welfare,
His needs her only care.
He built a house they lovingly, the nest,
She recognizes she is blessed.
He understands he too has a treasure,
Her love comes beyond measure.
R. K. Hart 2/5/2013
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