How do I put into words the feelings that I feel?
How do I tell her that the love I have is so real?
I’ve told her before that I love her so very, very much,
but how do I explain to her that I thrill at her touch?
Tonight as before, I lay in the dark of the night
looking at the woman I love in the soft moonlight.
Watching her as she lay on her pillow fast asleep,
gazing upon her hair as it flows across her cheek.
I wonder if she has any idea how desperately I need her?
Any idea that without her, my life would be disaster.
I wish I could say that I’ve always been kind and treated her right,
that I’ve always been the shining example of a medieval knight.
Like most couples, we’ve had our ups and our downs.
Everything from laughter to cross words, smiles and frowns.
There were times when we weren’t sure if we’d make it together.
Times when we were sure that our success depended on the other.
But as our lives continued on and we both continued to grow,
we realized that a successful marriage was a two person show.
It wasn’t sitting around, complaining about the things the other did wrong,
it was working together, building our love and helping each other along.
I wish I had learned the secret of a happy marriage early on,
that happiness is a decision of the will that you build upon.
We learned God’s secret for having a piece of heaven here on earth.
It was following Christ’s plan that gave our marriage a new birth.
As I lay here thinking about the past, cuddled next to my beautiful bride,
I tried to remember when I realized that her true beauty was inside.
She’s giving and loving, she’s kind and gentle and she quickly forgives.
She’s fair and honest and set’s the right example by how she lives.
She loves our children, and works to help keep their lives in motion,
and she loves me so much, you’d think I had a secret potion.
She always builds me up when I begin to crumple from the pressure of life.
I feel like the luckiest man in the whole world to have her as my wife.
She’s funny cause she worries that with age, her beauty is slipping away,
but to me she just gets more beautiful each and every day.
I really love this woman who lay in the moonlight with the soft pretty hair.
And I love to watch as the moon lights up her face, so soft and fair.
But my love for her has grown much deeper than I have words to say
and I can’t imagine life without her. I love her more everyday.
She is my wife, a mother and now she’s a grandmother
and if I had the chance to choose again, I would choose no other.