She is to me that I love her. She is to me the breath that keeps love
alive. She is to me my wife. If I were to attempt to list all that is
about her that is love, I would know not where to start nor could
know where to end. The thing that angers me the most serves
only to put me in remembrance of endless love.
There is in her the playfulness of a child. There is in her a woman
of strength and tenderness. There is in her a mother that never tires
of caring. In her have I found the strength to be. At her side
nothing is beyond my reach and nowhere is beyond my journey.
Together we are the walls that keep our home safe and warm.
She is to me a gift from God. She is to me my souls partner. She
is to me my wife. No more could life be abandoned than could I give
up her that means love. She is the heart that pumps joy and
happiness through the veins of my life. She is my morning, my day,
my night. She is to me, and with Gods blessing will always be, my wife.
© 1996, Tim D. Coulter Sr.