A Mystery To Me
She is always a mystery to me.
I often wonder? How can it be?
The fact she stays by my side.
Sometimes my brain is fried.
Yet, she takes it all in stride.
Thank God, I have never lied.
I have been faithful to the end.
She is much more than a friend.
She knows, no matter what.
I will always be true. What luck.
She is always a mystery to me.
She has what it takes, you see.
She could do way better than me.
Yet, she says with me she is free.
She is faithful, without question.
She won’t go in a different direction.
She says I make her laugh a lot.
I am so glad she tied the knot.
She says there is more to this.
I am a prize she couldn’t miss.
She is always a mystery to me.
I ask “What do you see?”
I am down on one knee.
“My love is kneeling to me.”
She always says things like that.
I always know just where I’m at.
She make me feel better than I am.
I know,—- for I am the man.
I know I have many short comings.
But, with her, I don’t need re-plumbing.
Yet, she is always a mystery to me.
————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)