Someone loves me, I wonder who?
Maybe I,
Love her too,

She is my life,
I'll bet you didn't guess,
She is my wife

She does the dishes,
And fulfills,
All my wishes.

She has beauty beyond compare,
Oh! how I love,
The smell of her hair.

Our love will always be,
She means,
Everything to me.

When we go to bed at night,
I always,
Hold her tight.

It hasn't always been that way,
She was always afraid,
I would stray.

But not once have I ever,
When you have a wife like mine,
You are to clever.

We will live our life through,
Because honey,
I love you.

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