How she played

Spring were her moments
Of lyrics,
Her Guitar long hair 
beautiful and brown,
went down like a gown.
I swear she wore it like a crown.
So i married her 
in front of the town.
She sang like symphony 
of heavens
Her words crowded 
My existence 
like essence.
So we had our first child.
My air blew" 
but her airs moved"
with body of tone,
Only her alone 
Could play the strings
In rings, 
Me me ming
To the world 
That if it was cold, 
It was about to get warm.
her settings
Made the world into a betting,
So we had our second child.
And her music became even
More of a nurture
To nature itself.

Her voice brought out colors
The baby's would tell her.
And she'll continue shading 
our surroundings. 
With full brimming 
over Brilliantly.
About all 
of our loving things.
Like with her the song
Will have discussions
She would write them 
and to are kids sing them. 
it was a night thing"
Those you hear once 
and forever 
you don't let go" 
ever.
So heavenly 
my god set up her stage 
every time she felt it was time 
to sing.
Never off tone 
always had me asking for more.
And indeed i did
She never minded.
So now we're celebrating are 
50 year anniversary
I love you lovely.
Lovely i do.
I do.