My husband who
My husband whose soul is seen through his crystal blue skies
Who asks little in return
Who is my rock
Who is my shelter
Whose hair was once the color of cotton
Worries about the future
Who tells me I’m beautiful
And tenderly strokes my back at the end
of each day
Who can’t stop worrying about “his girls”
Is my best friend
Is the one who gives me hope
Doesn’t like doing dishes
Is honest
Loves sports
Who still makes my skin tingle upon his touch
Who makes my life whole and complete
M
elissa Shields 2006
My husband whose soul is seen through his crystal blue skies
Who asks little in return
Who is my rock
Who is my shelter
Whose hair was once the color of cotton
Worries about the future
Who tells me I’m beautiful
And tenderly strokes my back at the end
of each day
Who can’t stop worrying about “his girls”
Is my best friend
Is the one who gives me hope
Doesn’t like doing dishes
Is honest
Loves sports
Who still makes my skin tingle upon his touch
Who makes my life whole and complete
M
elissa Shields 2006
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