My man is a balm to my wounds.
He accepts me for who I am,.....
battle scars and all.
He tells me I'm beautiful first thing in
the morning....bad breath, hair sticking
out everywhere, and sleep
still in the corner of my eyes.
Now that's love!
If I gain a few pounds I'm still his
beautiful woman.
Sometimes I can be a shrew, and he loves
me even through this.
He's the keel of my life, my husband.
by Donna Evans 8-26-12
He is a lucky man, very lucky man.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Paula... Fantastic that you paid tribute to Him with your writing.. Love is Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThe bad guys in my songs are my ex husbands,LOL... but I cheer on my whole family, because I am the oddball out, and that is just fine with me..I love Happy, Long, Faithful marriages... They are a Blessing ..