A little poem for my wife, who is a superstar with a million brilliant talents.
Love is a glorious thing,
Especially when I hear my wife sing,
Even in the early hours,
When the dew’s being sucked by the waking flowers,
Even when the song’s a bit daft,
Bringing harmony to regaeton is her craft,
Even when she’s humming notes in the shower making me late for the job,
The curing chords makes the day less of a slog.
Yes, she’s the one who brings a smile to my tiring face,
Knowing her voice is just for me, in our place.