Your fingertips travel from rib cage
to hip bone like country back roads...
The musing and the bellowing out the chorus door,
By the deep somber tune of the cello...
Under the stars tonight,
with the moon bright and full...
Given the opportunity she'd exchange her
aspirations for a chance at him living his...
Like dusk coating the setting sun,
I will envelope your days work...
Weather is nice autumn begins
First weekend in September...
We spent the night in a mystical wood.
Shadows, cloaked, wept over our innocent bodies...
Our love is metaphysical
Unique in every way...
I knew from that first moment
when my eyes looked into yours...
It became clear to me,
as a crystal tear drop fell...
Your the one that ill always love
Your an angel that fell from heaven above...
My Wife
you have the most...