My Wife Supernova
With her motherly self
At peace with herself
A flawless expression
Of Mother nature’s rendition
A brimming supernova
She’s still my inamorata
Through to her third trimester
Glowing with carefree laughter
She’s beauty and grace
A delicate, but uncertain face
Yes, she accepts her responsibility
A lioness, this she does diligently
Hormonal maybe, I still love my wife
I've never seen a stronger force of life
She's a sensual life giving soul
I’m indeed a fortunate fool
I don't purpose to ask why
When she breaks down and cry
I let her know it's okay
I love you (both), I care
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