My Wife

She walks like thunder wrapped in silk,

Eyes that spill light the color of guilt.

Every move’s a sermon, every breath a spell,

I swear she built a heaven I can’t repel.

She don’t speak in words, she speaks in waves,

One glance, my reason caves.

I’ve scaled every silence, fought my pride,

But she’s the storm I can’t survive.

She’s danger wearing grace,

A quiet riot in her face.

No compass, no command,

Can trace where I now stand.

She got that look that splits my soul,

Turns my fear to fire, my heart to gold.

I’d tear through mountains, beasts, and stone,

Just to feel her eyes take hold.

She got that hold on me,

Like lightning dressed in melody.

No armor, no decree,

Could ever set me free.

Every thought’s an aftershock,

Her name’s the beat inside the clock.

She burns like rhythm through my veins,

I lose the war, but love remains.

She’s poetry that doesn’t rhyme,

A paradox beyond the line.

Every scar she touches sings,

Every flaw becomes a wing.

I’ve run from gods, I’ve challenged kings,

But her stare bends everything.

She’s the blade that cuts through fear,

The echo only I can hear.

(Choir hums beneath electric guitar solo: “She got a hold… a hold on me…”)

She got that look that splits my soul,

Turns my fear to fire, my heart to gold.

I’d tear through mountains, beasts, and storms,

Just to keep her name warm.

She got that hold on me,

It’s deeper than divinity.

No force of earth or sea,

Could shake her hold on me.