She. . . Her . . .My Wife I can't say she stole my heart because it always belonged to her: past lovers and myself just didn't know it. With every opportunity to experience true love like a thousand photos I will not hesitate to show it. Is she the rose of Shar'one,or the Lilly of the valleys,as a Lilly among thorns, so is mylove among the daughters of all the earth. She is not blessed above Mary, but she is the epitome of a woman's worth. Is it because her worth is far above diamonds and pearls :does that make her a virtuous wife. Or is it because she does me good and not evil all the days of my life. Her beauty is black not because of her race but because heaven have shined brilliance on the continence of her skin. When love shines it has no color but it is so precise it's like a well blown kiss that lands between the nose and the chin. She said let me kiss her with the kisses of my mouth because my kisses are better than Red wine. I say the lips of mylove should embrace my soul because she is the spiritual backbone to my physical spine. I am compelled to say you are the apple of my eye : Miss Southern you are the Belle of the Ball. The terror-planes from another ones affections couldn't penetrate my defenses and cause our twin towers to fall. I ask God daily to let me be the lone apple tree in her forest of the sons of man. And let my apples provide a shadow of sweet flavor as I love and protect her with all the might of my hands. The Communion of our love allows me to share stories never repeated outside of my mind, this I must confess. Is it because of bone of my bone and flesh of my flesh your breast is the place he gave my head to rest. Charm is deceitful and beauty is passing,but a woman who fears the Lord,she shall be praised. Although her reputation precedes her :it's her virtue that follows like a bridal trail from the cradle to the grave. She is my Mother ,my Friend, my Spouse, my Sister, my Life. She is also my Joy ,my Inspiration, my Correction ,my Motivation,. . .my . . .Wife.