I’m in love with the girl in the next room
Often not expressing my love’s bloom
We pass each other every day
Teasing like a game or play

We are so similar in many ways
Our passions, our tastes, our likes
And in so many ways we complement
Like day and night with no end

I love her face, her eyes, her hair
And other things I can’t mention here
I admire her personal life, struggles, and faith
And the sacrifices she had to make

I have known her for so long
My passion’s growing so strong
In the midst of life’s endless terror
She is my love, my home, my refuge

She challenges me to become more
I want to knock on her door
And ask her to share my life
How fortunate that she’s my wife.


Jan. 7, 2005
Dedicated to my wife, Natasha

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