She was brought to me, A good help to be, And I had no doubt that, She sought to do all of that.
A wife, a friend, a mother, No need for me to stray further, My heart intact to keep, Our lives were to get deep.
We both carried our backpacks, In which our lives were rack packs, And as our trash we unloaded, Our lives we deep lives unfolded.
Her heart I know is true, Her acts to me, not always all glued, But that is what she came for, To bring out what I am made for.
Our father knows it all, He keeps us from our fall, I know my heart is shielded, In her, my love is deeply seated.
Dedicated to my wife on the occasion of Valentines Day and our 22nd wedding anniversary February 14th Sunday.
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