A Loving Husband
She has to be my everything,
The epitome of my being,
The one that bears my name
That bore to life my seeds
She has to be my everything,
The one that complements me.
I think of her as I close my eyes,
rolled to the side and feel her touch.
My eyes open to the glory of her beauty,
Never will I want to see her cry.
She has to be my everything,
The one that my heart needs.
On those long journey I find myself,
I feel as though I am not complete.
because my better-half is not with me.
Times like that I miss her touch,
Her smell and thought lingers on me.
She has to be my everything
The one I can't do without.
She turns around and fold her arms,
With a mighty pouts that is so unreal.
She turns and swirls and shifts and sits,
And all I do is laugh.
She has to be my everything
The one that needs my love.
She has to be my everything,
This I can say aloud.
We fight, we smile, we play and act,
Yet she makes me feel so proud,
She has to be my everything
That is all I ask for.
Poem by Ogunfowokan Kolawole
Originally mine.
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