My monthly budget always goes for a toss
As my wife says “You are not, I am the Boss”
She reigns supreme in my house and my heart
I have played a second fiddle right from start
She reigns, she rules, she cares, she’s my muse
She leads, she loves and she is known to confuse
As I look into her eyes, I lose all my ‘logic’
This inner beauty of her, to me is full of ‘magic’
Eyes are gateways to one’s soul, I am told
My beloved dame Daxa has a heart of Gold !
Standing by me steadfastly, through thick and thin,
Braving the storms many, without and within
Time will eventually tell on our faces and hair,
Growing old gracefully we will still be a good pair !
Let my monthly budget, this time, go for a toss !
I say “I am not, today, she is the boss” !!