Ode to My Woman
Ode to My Woman
Day and Night I think of you,
I know not why I think of you.
Could it be your mind?
Or your beauty that my heart it grinds?
I succumb to you, woman of virtue.
The world can go to hell
Because all I want is to hear you whisper…
No! Don’t whisper! Rather, tell and yell
How I, the pauper, won your precious heart,
Something Picasso himself could never put into art.
I love you woman. Oh, beautiful woman.
You are my equal, you are my light,
You are brighter than the Big Bang,
And something about us just feels right,
I knew since the first time the phone rang.
Our lives have intertwined; do not fear
Your feelings or my touch; our love is a spear.
With it, we will fight the ruggedness of life.
I am here to protect you from any strife,
Like a Roman would; you are my woman and I am your man.
