My Wife - By Art Hyde
My Wife
A paradox did He create,
of love so precious that it pains the heart,
yet continually yearns for more.
Where can a man find greater joy,
than from his lover’s touch,
to fall helplessly deep into her eyes,
to bask in the warmth of her caress.
It is not the reward of friend or
life’s great treasure that makes me swell,
but her, my wife,
and her soft whisper that speaks my name,
and causes me to become blind to all but her.
It is her skin that traces mine,
then fills my head with her sweet perfume.
Her warm breathe
makes love to mine,
her lips so full, so soft, so delicious.
Her breasts, she reveals to me,
so I alone can see this special gift,
that causes me to bring her close,
so that two can become one.
This is the fruit of life,
as He intended.
Of man and wife to share their gathered moments,
so that each can borrow from the river,
finding their beautiful secret,
in a song only they can hear.
I know that love is His greatest creation,
expressed to me,
as my lover and my wife.
I love her so.
Copyright 2004
Art Hyde/04
