Pony Tails and Sweatpants

This wife has her faults
she allows limitations
to overcome her thoughts
slipping into depression
Instead of a negligee....

She allows breezes to tangle
her hair and her words,
standing before you like
a tornado spewing toungue twisters.

She feeds you roast beef
while she eats bologna,
all the while singing
you love songs in the rain.

She wishes to die before you
because the thought of living
this life without you would be
unbearable.

I; the wife and woman
you married; has flaws
as I bite my lip to
stop from crying, I
want to end this poem
but my love and devotion for
you has no ending......