WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE MARRIED TO ME…

I am the best love can offer,
I am not lovable to anyone else,
I am the beautiful thorny rose,
Only she knows both sides.

I am the definition of bittersweet,
A heart that can love and kill,
A selfish lover with dictatorial authority,
To rule not only her actions but her will too.

My memoirs are good and bad,
A cocktail of pain and pleasure,
A map leading a success to two failures,
I am a king and a betrayer of my queen.

My tongue speaks love and fires anger,
The same tongue reassures and causes pain,
Of love and I yearns for her,
Of sorrow when I put all blame on her.

If I am a burden to Jesus, imagine being in her shoes,
To be married to me is to give a blind eye to all my flaws,
It’s to hold my hand and guide me from my errors,
It’s work for only one woman and I have her already.
Like Jesus, she sees me for what I can become,
She sees the good and the potential for good.

Years have gone by and life has happened,
But I still give her butterflies with every touch,
She still sees love from my eyes,
We create joy and happiness like no other,
I know my value and we dance together,
Through life and beyond death,
I am hers and she is mine.