Poem2024-07-25T09:32:52+00:00

SHE

By: Steven M. Kelly

She is my sun, my moon, my stars
she holds half the love we call ours.
She is my grass, my bush, my tree
she makes me happy and her love comes free.
She is my gust, my wind, my breeze
she is my love that comes with so much ease.
She is my emotions, my happy, my sad
I'd gladly give her all the love that I have.
She is my earth, my air, my sky
everything beautiful I see with my eyes.
She is my drink, my snack, my food
she always puts me in a good mood.
She is my eyes, my lips, my heart
our love has made a brand new start.
She is my river, my lake, my streams
she is my everything, whatever it means.
She is my blonde, my brunette, my red
I'll love my wife until I'm dead.
She is my fork, my spoon, my knife
her name is Vicki and she is my wife.
She is my yarn, my wool, my string
she is my everything.