Portrait - Canoe

Waiting gently, your bread is rising well.

Nervous thoughts in which you cannot wait to tell.

Singing softly, her talents often blue.

And I’m returning when the day is almost through.

And then she’ll kiss my face when i walk through the door.

And I’ll hug her tight 'til i can’t hug no more.

Lovely lady, though gentle hand in yours.

Honest words, humility before the lord.

Witty woman, she has her own debate,

Of whether or not she’ll stay in bed today.

And then she’ll call my name in the middle of the night.

And I’ll hug her tight while the bed bugs bite.

My gratitude in life

is for my loving wife.

«Generosity» angelical in phrase.

Fueled by vitamins and majestic solar rays.

And once she called my name across the great Pacific Sea.

Through all eternity, how happy we could be.

My gratitude in life

is for my loving wife.