That gentle breeze as it wisps your hair,
With a radiant smile that beguiles the moon,
Your charisma within enchants my daily life,
I know I'm a man with a blessing of a wife...
From within your thoughts there's never a cross word,
From within your being, there's only love and care,
For you give unto me more than your heart and soul,
So I know I'm a man with a blessing of a wife...
When my days are fraught you allay my deepest fears,
With your soothing hands upon my shoulders and nape,
Embalming my body with the essence of your love,
Thus I know I'm a man with a blessing of a wife...
As night doth descend whence I wax and wane,
Lamenting for my past being, to rekindle again,
Yet you console my weeping with the breeze of your love,
Hence I know I'm a man with more than a blessing of a wife...
Barry


Barry,
This is a nice poem. I love it. Your wife is so lucky that you write beautiful poems for her.
Take care,
Nina