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...