When I see her from across the room,
It is her smile personifies her beauty.
When I look into her eyes,
I become lost in the serenity that comes from deep in her heart.
When I hear her voice,
All other sounds around me become silent.
When I smell her fragrance,
O’ there are no earthly words to describe her bouquet.
When I feel her presents,
All things become less paramount.
When I feel down,
She gives me strength for today.
When I feel empty,
She fills my day with her joy.
When I feel joy,
She is there in an omni presents.
When I feel sad,
She places the smile on my face.
When I feel alone,
It is her hand that reaches to mine.
And when I feel loved,
She is the source of my inner compassion,
Who is she you ask?
She is Chantel, she is my true love!
With all my love,
by Bob Zasimovitch
June 1,2007
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Reviewed by Diana Legun (Reader)
Reviewed on June 7, 2012
Quite a substantiation for a love that is so encompassing. I like "When I hear her voice,/All other sounds around me become silent." That is a great deal of the good kind of power. Marvelous tribute. ~~ Diana
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a wonderful tribute to your wife.
Budd