She Is the Principal Thing
Sometimes, I'd like to believe I can't love her less.
Having her by my side is all I desire as the day goes by
Except death do us part. Of which I know it wouldn't.
Inside her are care and affections; for
Sapphire is her surname and Ruby, her nickname.
Priceless, are her every word and
Relentless are her efforts towards making me smile.
I'd like to think she hides her love in the air
Consciously for me to enjoy alone.
Even in the grave, she is priceless; for
Lo, a paragon of a wife material is she.
Every of her word is not to be taken with levity, 'cause
Strolling into her life and she into yours is a big privilege.
So long as she exists, her love abounds.
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