My Wife

Thickets of brown and gray,

Cascading down to a subtle peach;

Eyes of brown, so filled with light,

Past the cheeks to a smile that's bright.

Tender skin, so pale and soft,

Not blemish free, but close enough;

Averagely reaching toward the sky,

This feeling I get, shall never die.

Pleasant pedals sweep by her feet,

Can't help but watch her as she sleeps;

Preparing to burst, avert my eyes,

In her presence, I can tell no lies.

Awake and free, her spirit chimes,

Alighting ones mind to olden times;

So simple is her pleasure, a knowing look fits just right,

Each time the day passes to night.

My reverence holds me fine,

Through all our precious time;

Newborn feelings every day,

Make me long, while she's away.

Loving touches, caring glances,

Cast aside doubt and took my chances;

Best decision I ever made,

Was put into words on our wedding day.

Dressed in white, looking angelic,

So perfect it was, I just can't tell it;

Floating down the aisle as if on clouds,

We professed our love through our vows.

She is mine and I am hers,

Till death we part so go the words;

Upon her death I too shall die,

To continue forth would be a lie.

One last thing I have to say,

I love my wife more every day;

Her love and caring get me through,

Making each meeting seem like new.