My Weakness
Every one has their vices.
Some drink, some smoke.
Others lie, cheat, steal.
Some crave sweet treats
Candy canes, chocolate kisses, or cake.
Eating to excess, gambling,
Exersise and sports.
Chasing money, fame
Power and attention.
I am not them, they are not me.
I am not perfect,
Yet the path to my weakness does not lead
to money fame or material things.
No, my weakness is you.
Your smile, radiant beauty,
the twinkle in your eye,
the touch of your soft lips,
and the sweet summery scent
wafting up from the curls framing your face.
You burn like fire in my veins,
I am under your spell,
Powerless to resist.
The sweet music of your laughter lifts me up,
A feather floating free in the wind,
while tears that glisten and fall
from your sky blue eyes
crush my soul.
A day without you
feels as if time has stopped
a vacant empty space
stretching out to infintity,
and beyond.
My life is meaningless
without you by my side.
Here is to many more years
with you by my side
My wife and friend
My love for you
Has no end.
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