For My Wife On a Monday Night Just Because It's Monday

My wife My lover and mother Of our many little ones Poor, rich, poor and rich have come Travels, travails and frivolity Lifelong friends and family My life. You still fit in the crook of my arm, Hon You still make me warm like the sun Your varicolored eyes They still hypnotize Your skin still contrasts fine Just so with mine Your body still brings me pleasure And I still want your treasure All of the time The struggles are light with you But the smiles are bright from you I can't wait for the next night with you I want to be just right for you My soft-hearted lass I am so proud of our toil You made me a good man And you still make my blood boil Faithful and strong as I can Not fearful, just loyal I hope I still fill your glass