Her Glance, Her Hand
No soaring airplane built today
Can carry me as far away
As does my wife’s inviting glance
When time arrives for more romance,
And when I walk and hold her hand
No orchestra or marching band
Can replicate the cheerful song
That burbles up and tags along—
How blessed I am with boundless love,
Eternal gift from God above;
This woman many years my wife
Is friend and lover through my life.
Copyright © David Bose | Year Posted 2017
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