Fingerprints

The love of my life,
whose features are many,
my wife is one of a kind...

Yes, you I do praise,
commend and admire,
yes, giving my heart and my mind...

Her virtues, you see,
that she shows everyday,
are like fingerprints pressed on a page...

She presses down soft,
with a light gentle touch,
with everyone coming her way...

She's pretty and kind,
on the inside and out,
and all of the traits that are sweet...

She's special, she is,
she is precious to me,
she's special and precious and neat...

So, please hear me out,
and extend me your hand,
and give me your heart and your all...

'Cause charm may be false,
and girls may be plenty,
but you are surpassing them all!

I love you Haili...