See, I wrote this poem in January to her during WAW still at home.

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I adore my wife or the wife no more…

I would kiss the ground she walks on…

She is my rain that makes my flowers grow…

She is the nectar the world desires to drink…

Her soul is white and pure liked refined sugar… an unblemished diamond…

She is my peace, my soul, my love… my soul mate…

She is strong, a warrior, and a queen…

She rules my world…If I could only be worthy to make her a golden throne…

Dress her in golden fleece… adorn her with pearls, gems, and diamonds…

She doesn’t need there beauty…

She is a mother beyond mothers… A protector of all children everywhere…

She is a friend to mothers and wives who need her guidance…

She is a friend to all… A Captain, she guides their ships to heaven…

She is a God fearing woman… She is a saint… Walking in fear and in prayer…

She is knowledgeable, incredible, and unpredictable…

She is frugal, cunning, and wise… Crafty, sweet, sexy, and full of surprise…

I was lucky to have her as a wife for as long as I did…

Just be lucky you had her as a friend, as I never did…

Adore her, cherish her, love her and show her…

I never did it right, make sure you don’t follow my mistakes…

She has a tongue as sharp as swords she’ll always get the last word…

Appreciate her, I never did… I ruined everything…