Sunday Kalogeras, Love & Wife

Cufflinks clinking, my love’s in the kitchen,

Whipping up the vibe, got my mind reminiscing.

Oven mitts, she handle heat like it’s light work,

Her laugh’s a melody, my chest it might burst.

The clock ticks slow, Sunday morning haze,

Coffee steam rising, it dances in the rays.

Love and wife, the anthem of my life,

Cut through the noise, sharp as a knife.

She’s my peace, my anchor, my delight,

Love and wife, my sun in the night.

She’s the vinyl spinning, crackle in the grooves,

The moonlit waltz, the rhythm of my moves.

Gold hoops swinging, she a portrait in motion,

Her gaze like the tide, pulling me to the ocean.

I hold her hand, the world fades to a blur,

Every step I take, I take it with her.

Sunday light spills, painting our skin,

Where her smile ends, my joy begins.

Love and wife, the anthem of my life,

Cut through the noise, sharp as a knife.

She’s my peace, my anchor, my delight,

Love and wife, my sun in the night.

The vows we spoke, still ring in the breeze,

Echoes of forever in the rustling leaves.

She’s the spark in my flame, the calm in my fight,

The ink in my pen, the muse I write.