I'm your wife
She dipped her pen in soulful ink
Through tearful eyes she tried to think
What should she write, is there still time?
Are words enough to change his mind?
She wrote in lines of tearful prose
A broken heart in party clothes
A silly kiss, a dance floor dare
What fibster told such lies unfair?
The story false, spread by mischief
There was no dark end of the street
No press against a cold stone wall
No truth in all these lies at all
You must believe, you know me well
False truths and lies I do not tell
I have not, would not, play that game
You know that I'm not made that way
One silly kiss was all it was
Would you let that destroy our love?
For if you would you're not the man
I thought you were, I thought I had
Come home to me right now my love
We'll face the truth, we'll show them up
My lips, my arms, my heart, my life
Are yours forever – I'm your wife
©Joseph G Dawson
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