In her presence is peace, in my arms is comfort
In her silence she births wonderful thoughts in surplus
Not a day goes by that I have to grieve the nights
Not a day goes by that she has to steal to survive
I am as I was made her comforter, her guide, protector and provider
She is as she was made my glory, my happiness, blessings findet me with no sorrow
I am the most blessed man, she is the luckiest woman in the world.
But is it luck tho?
She seeks to build and not destroy so she prays and make support with her hands
Oh what priorities I would expect to come after, but, for the first time ever in my life, I findet that I came first, as I have always put others first.
For this, I find her the prettiest and finest of hearts, my all will I give that she might find herself lucky and I might find myself blessed with the luckiest woman in the world.
Good times will find the truly good at heart, though the road may be long.