Elizabeth, My Wife
At first I thought I was mistaken
Do her eyes keep diverting to me
Unsure and a little bit shaken
Taken back by a Russian beauty
I’d watch her walk past my apartment
An exciting, self confident stride
Auburn hair and a smile heaven sent
I knew with her I had to confide
I sat on the porch in the courtyard
Relaxing, taking in the night air
Sneaking up and catching me off guard
My Russian beauty dream girl so fair
Her sitting with me altered my life
I never wanted that night to end
How I met Elizabeth, my wife
My love, my confidant, my best friend
Now, near thirty seven years after
God knew it was time for you to rest
Through all of our tears and our laughter
Life with you Sweetie has been the best
Love you always, Sweetie
Copyright © Randy Steele | Year Posted 2022
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