My Wife
MY WIFE
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my love, my wife; first met at work, my love.
we would meet each day, kiss, then go our way,
her on the line, me, my office above.
for ten months that way it had, it did stay!
however, topman, me, had perks, tea breaks,
daytime dates true love will find a way; true!
oft we sneak out time our own true love, mates!
my heart, it beats, waits to hear, 'i love you'
i love you, will you be my wife, for life?
let us, now two, let us become as one.
when love, much joy, goodwill, happy times, rife!
where eye's talk and smiles drift, no need to run.
forty-eight years now as one, tears? yes of joy!
for our firstborn, a redhead, yes, a boy!
Copyright © Mick Talbot | Year Posted 2018
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