She wakes me every morning
With the touch of her hand.
A soft voice says good morning dear.
Lips like great roses whisper my name.
As I thrill to her presence so near.
She's hiding a secret that I help her keep.
To lose her I couldn't conceive.
My tears are almost show but she must never know,
That I know she Cheats on me.
I come Home in the evening
she meets me at the door.
Her smile melts my anger away.
A warm cup of coffee
My slippers by the chair.
It's the end of another long day.
I can't fight the feeling I have for my wife.
Such beauty to lie and decieve
I can't let her go so she must never know,
That I know she sheats on me.
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