A tribute to what it meant to be married…

12 Jul

My wife the catalyst to my change

The advocate to my ways

The heart that beats for my soul

And the change of times that make her more.

The one that finds all the lost animals

Brings them to my doorstep, even when I say no

I shake my head, we don’t need more animals

She sneaks them in through the back door.

My wife.

The smile, never in vain

Never the tears

Never the pain

My wife, the Joanne D’Arc of our days

The savior of my deteriorative ways

The one whom I hope

Gets discovered one day

My wife, she writes me this poem-and says:

My husbad

My moments galore

My dear, my everything more

My husbad, a secret addiction

A confectioner’s sugar

A sweet little non- fiction

And everything super.

He’s the superman

The one guy stand

That sweet surprise

The envy of all the other guys

My husband, my never demise.

He’s there, holding my hand by my side

The role he is playing

Deserves an award

Because to me he is the husband

That I was meant to adore.

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