His soul is the perfect place i dwell in when the world is a disgrace to face!
He is the beauty in my eyes and i a humble beholder.
when i feel old,grey and tired i seek his sturdy shoulder
to cry on and exude my lonely discretions but he fulfills my satisfactions
with more than a thank you please ,I love you my wife!
he is a part of me, embossed into what I call my life!
he is the apple i see beyond ,further than a distance in my eye.
I cannot picture a happier moment than that spent in his arms,
the patterns his fingers make on my skin make me whole within,
He is the humble prince among boastful kings, a silent gentle angel
that prompts me in.
He is a passionate lover,a giver of my all.
He is Tinotenda(Thankful) the blessing I behold.