My Wife
MY WIFE
Every night I close my eyes,
every night I dose at stars,
see the beauty that never dies,
dream of her brown eyes
that light my days of happiness
hear her voice that cheers sadness
listen close to her words of encouragement
promising me my whole life’s entertainment,
but I wake up every morning grumpy,
sad that the day is longer than the night
in which she exist and shines bright,
brighter than the spot light,
that i use to see the smile in my heart
and all i see is sad nights when i don’t dream that.
THE LOVING OW-JAY
Copyright © Odwa Mdeyide | Year Posted 2015
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