just you

I love you in immeasurable ways,
so much so, that my thoughts often stray:
they go down a dark alley or two,
but eventually they find
a meadow, and that is you:
I wander amid the wildflowers,
and I ask,
what more could I have,
but you,
but you,
sweet Wifey, it's true,
so much of me
depends on you,
and the honor
that your love brings:
it's all my heart ever sings,
just you,
just you.



July 8, 2009, for the Wifey.

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