Flowers for Me.....

Thank you padabako for this flowers....and anniversary note translated

I pray to God, my woman to hold

the spot she stood, grow cold.

Now voices replace her,

With whispers of hope and love.

I vowed to her I would never leave,

To her I would cleave.

I long to fly like a dove,

High upon our love.

So many times, I have stared at a blank page,

wanting to write words of wisdom and love.

Telling of her beauty and how she brightens a room,and my life.

That woman, is my wife...