I watch it burning sometimes;
that bright candle in the room.
I watch the way she walks about;
bright sunlight in life’s gloom.
I know I don’t deserve her
and I often wonder why
she chose a grumpy man like me
when in real life she can fly?
It’s not that I’m not grateful
spending life warmed by her heart,
it’s just I feel insignificant;
her smile is Gaia’s art.
I watch it burning sometimes;
that bright candle in my life.
I watch the way she walks about;
that one I call my wife.