If I were her hubby, I’d be lovely,
Make her my queen, her looks sixteen and clean;
I’d gild her crown, take her to town with glee,
Sing and cling to her, as seen on my screen.
If I were her hubby, I’d make her laugh,
Won’t act out of spite, despite her glitches;
Above all, love her in full, not in half,
And celebrate her birth where she chooses;
I won’t push her aside, or leave her side,
Fail to provide for her and our children,
Or torment her to dent her well-prized pride,
Even if she’s stiff, sick, thick, and barren.
In fact, in life, we will be the happiest
Until I lie still in furrows of dust.
Copyright © 2016 by P. A. Owala
All rights reserved.
Lovely piece of poetry. A good tip for the loving man. Thanks for sharing, Paul. 🙂
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Thank you simpledimple for stopping by. I appreciate.
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Hey Cam, this a good news for me. I am grateful and so happy that I was able to affect you positively with my blog. Thanks for the nomination. I will check it out right away. Have a blissful Sunday.
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Good thought: “…Above all, love her in full, not in half…” Each person must be willing to give 100%—and accept the other 100%…Yes! Sometimes, one gives more, and then the other takes the turn—important that both are willing to give their all! Best to you, Paul! Your wife will be blessed~
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Hahaha! Thank you, Johann for your supportive comment. You have just made me laugh. I am inspired.
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