| My Love |
| Loving this woman is wonder beyond this life |
| I bathe in the memory of this woman my wife |
| Like a fleeting wisp of breath that appears without intent |
| I pull from my soul all the passion of love so recent |
| Her soul is so much of life that she must show |
| She is such a deep and wonderful joy to know |
| I pass the time each day with her in my mind |
| With loving thoughts that she brightens so ever kind |
| She holds my hand ever so soft and gently kisses my lips |
| Like fine breeze upon my neck I feel the caress of her fingertips |
| I kiss the gentle soft skin upon her shape |
| I start where her neck is called a nape |
| I expire when I reach her beautiful feet |
| Her toes, so fine and so neat |
| I feel her passionate heart beat next to mine |
| So deep so alive so strong and fine |
| I am so proud to love her like this |
| This woman, my soul mate of bliss |
| The day she found my heart so new |
| Those wonderful seconds where love became so true |
| Where we began our tandem ride |
| Filled with first overflowing human pride |
| And as time passed beneath this union of passionate soul |
| We approached a sharing of each other to be whole |
| The spirit vision made us so very strong in kind |
| For we knew that the bond we are is a special find |
| Where for I now know how I must strive to live |
| I reach for and I can for my mate begin to give |
| All I can ever imagine in time to be |
| All she ever wishes from me |
| I am but her man, her mate with love that sets her heart free |
| My true deep wish is that she is all I ever want to see |
| As I put my trust in her life of giving love |
| I sore above the clouds always and forever next to my dove |
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