my flower
i see a woman as a flowertreat and nurture as we take a shower
i rub her back when it aches
and have her tell me that is all i can take
i wipe her tears when she cries
as we lay there looking at the sky
when she says i'm tired i need some rest
i say go ahead and lay on my chest
because her smile just lights up the place
when i call her beautiful to her face
if you don't know by now
i'm speaking of my wife
and i am glad God gave her to me for life
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