Meet My Wife
Between the aisles of my life
Between the hours of my strife
Hangs the portrait of my wife
Her kind words
Sinking deep down like rain drops
Running underground into streamcups
Here and there
My heart wavered
Whenever she was away
It was like I became a dust
Just a molecule that is wandering lost
Find me wherever if you must
She is my little finger
She makes me want to linger
Like a bird or even a wonderful singer
While she's here
I speak while she hears
It's like we're leaving our millionth year
When I wake in the morning
Her snore sounds like a bird humming
Damn! My mouth won't just stop running
Look at her eyes
You'd see that I was actually wise
To see and fall in the arm of my wife
If God were to make a trillion of her
I'd locate her
By her beautiful dark brown eyes
Her companion defines the beauty of life
So that loving her flows thru me with no strife
Believe me, this is my wife
But I've got to stop here
And save my words
'Cos, I am yet to meet my wife...
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