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
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