Your straight silky hair
fall below your narrow shoulders
black as the starless night
that I am lost in

Your eyes aren't hazel like hers
but only a much better shade
of honey brown
and milky ways

You're slim & tall but still
a tad bit shorter than me
and you don't have to be
on your toes to kiss me

You're petite
down to your waist
and everything below
is full of womanhood

You aren't messy
nor are you a mess
but a perfect mix of
tidy and neat

You aren't anxious
like the crashing waves of sea
but you are the calm
of the ocean

*You aren't the girl who he calls "my wife"
but
You are the girl who he'd make his wife