My Friend, My Lover, My Wife

There's something magical
in her gait
Something beautiful in
her style
When we interact, she
always makes me smile
She has desire in her
eyes, even though at
one time, her light
had died
There's passion in
her words, that makes
me feel alive
Entranced by the aroma
that is her soul, I'm
drawn in and it won't
let me go
In a loving shroud of
marital bliss, I'm her
Mister and she my Mrs.
She compliments me in
all that I do and when
I feel spent, she always
comes thru
So for her, I'll always
be there, so that she
doesn't ever have to have
a worry or a care
And when we're looking
back over our life in
the end, I'll be proud
to have had the honor
of calling this
wonderful woman, my
friend, my lover, my wife