You

You are the opposite of everything I am. You are so unique; nothing like a carbon copy. Unlike the average--the reason you complete me. Unlike many without identity, you are happily you. You are the meaning of, 'opposites attract each other'. You are so set in your way, often stubbornly unmovable. Unlike two positives or two negative terminals on a battery. Unlike so many others, you are able, capable, and very stable. You appear to be a woman of steel, permeated with a strong will. You are predictable, with little variation; yet so full of suspense. Unlike plastic, recyclables, or reusables; no rival; you are the real deal. Unlike anyone I have ever met or known; you have no twin, I'm convinced. You don't need circumstances, or people, or things to make you happy. I perceive the happiness inside of you, infused, permeated with God's Love. God sees that you are the clay, designed in heaven, and a God-made woman. God was the potter who saw what he wanted in you, and made no mistake. To my devoted wife, Happy Birthday. I love you. 090721PSCtest, A Poem To Your Spouse On His/Her Birthday, Funom Makama. 8P