My Wife Supernova

With her motherly self At peace with herself A flawless expression Of Mother nature’s rendition A brimming supernova She’s still my inamorata Through to her third trimester Glowing with carefree laughter She’s beauty and grace A delicate, but uncertain face Yes, she accepts her responsibility A lioness, this she does diligently Hormonal maybe, I still love my wife I've never seen a stronger force of life She's a sensual life giving soul I’m indeed a fortunate fool I don't purpose to ask why When she breaks down and cry I let her know it's okay I love you (both), I care