Wife. Poem by dave lessard

I can't survive without the sunshine,
can't go on living without rain;
without your love - there is neither,
I'd be a withered, dying stain.

Your sunshine smile lights up the day,
the rain are tears of happiness;
your love is shining eyes of blue,
when I'm melting from your kiss.

I can't live without your touches,
can't exist without your sighs;
when your not with me for awhile,
my soul shrivels, my heart dies.

Your touch is solace to my body,
your sighs remind me of our being;
after we make love and cuddle,
contentment is the thing I'm seeing.

You are the sole, important one,
with whom I want to share my life;
the reason I go on with living,
the one I proudly call my wife.