My dearest wife

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    My dearest wife

    You are the first thing i think of,
    Each morning when I rise.
    You are the last thing i think of,
    Each night When I close my Eyes.

    You are in each thought I plunder,
    And every breath I take.
    My feelings Grows stronger
    With every move I make.

    I want to prove I love you,
    But that's the hardest part,
    So I'm giving all that is true,
    I give to you My heart.

    And i Give it will all my life,
    I give with Love, not lust.
    To my angel, my Dearest Wife,
    The only on earth I'll ever trust.

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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