Her


Rain, snow, or a storm
To be with her is what I need
Within that embrace so warm
My appetite for love to feed

To look into your eyes so deep
And hold your hand so dear
I pray this love will keep
While with you there is no fear

Your skin so soft and warm
Your eyes so pretty and sweet
The embodiment of perfect form
Happy, nay, blessded we were to meet.

The love of my life
To have and to hold
To call you my wife
Would not believe if I was told

Now that you had been found
You give new meaning to my life
My heart is ever bound
To my beautiful loving wife.

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