I wake from my sleep, the clock reads 3:04,
I sit up on the bed, and my feet hit the cold floor.
Letting out a heavy sigh, and to the right I turn my head,
Looking at my beautiful wife, still asleep on the bed.
I think of her love, her laugh, her voice,
Such a lucky man am I, to be her man of choice.
I am unstable, and easily fall apart,
But she is my glue, while she holds my heart.
She cares about my interests, she certainly loves my style.
Thinking of her love, her charm, and her smile.
My heart flutters with emotion,
Her words filled with devotion.
Two people with differences so stark,
Yet completely in love, there in the dark.
Listening to her breath, sounding like that of a song,
Holding her hand in the dark, all the night long.
I am truly blessed to call her my wife,
She is the reason that my heart beats with life.
I hold her so dear, and I love her so much,
Washing away my worries, with her lovely touch.
Living life with her, makes me feel so alive,
I glance back at the clock, it reads 3:05.
