SHE WHISPERS (poem, 11-20-72)

She whispers softly into my ear.

Down my cheek there rolls a tear.

She holds me close to her at night,

Making going to bed a pure delight.

She sits by me and holds my hand,

Together we drift to paradise land.

She kisses me with lips so fine,

Soft, smooth, and sweet as wine.

She cares for me without a frown,

When life’s frustrations get me down.

She always tells me of her love,

She is my angel from above.

She is a jewel without measure,

She is my love, my priceless treasure.

She brings happiness to my life,

So I’m thankful she’s my wife.