A Wife’s Love
By Handsum-Hart

Is refreshing, like a baby cloud
Crying cool rain
On her husband’s noggin
During the bow-wow days of summer

Is brave, like a little leaf
That refuses to fall
From her husband’s favorite tree
During the months of autumn
Even when ordered to do so
By Mother Nature

Is delicious, like an apple
From God’s garden
Which when bitten into
By her husband
Gives him everlasting happiness

Suddenly this single man
Has a craving
That can only be satisfied
By biting into
An apple from heaven

© 9-11-2005
Ronald Howard Moman