MILLION PRETTY FLOWERS

© RYAN GUILEY

She’s the woman in my life,

She’s the bride, who is my wife,

She’s the mother of our children,

She’s the person who never offend.

People ask what her name is,

She’s the girl who I miss,

Looking beautiful every single day,

As she is unique in her own way.

When she stands like a tower,

She is like a million pretty flowers,

When she sits peacefully at the table,

She’s my princess, and it’s not a fairy tale.

When she has a cold, she wears a sweater,

Bringing her hot tea to make her feel better,

When she sneezes, I bring a tissue,

You know how much I miss you.

Every outfit, there’s a matching purse,

She’s charming, as I have put her first,

Her nail polish have to go with her shoes,

As every moment she is my breaking news.

She has pretty baby brown eyes,

A heart that is the perfect size,

She loves to suntan turning red,

Being so tidy, as she makes our bed.

She knows how to decorate our walls,

I jump for joy when she starts to call,

She walks with so much confidence,

As she completely always makes sense.

Never no disagreements or a fight,

She is the one who is so polite,

Her name is Denise, who is so right

As I will always hold on with all my might.