Dear Husband by Elizabeth Okon

I praise you, dear husband,
For cleansing my soul at night,
Drying my tears in the morning,
And making my body complete,
All year long,
Your types are rare,
You can't be refined,
Not with gold and silver.

Let me sing you, dear husband,
You are heavenly,
I won't cause them disrespect you
For I know what it is to have a dear husband,
In a world where terrible men are husbands,
And marriage becomes a child's play

When I chant your admirations,
They complain,
As they know not the joys of having
A dear husband;
A man to love,
A man to care,
And lull them to sleep,
In times of restlessness.

Who can find a loyal dear husband?
Who can believe his report?
Many women seek you with their gold,
In times of restlessness,
But you comply not,
You choose not to lay in honey pot of, Sweetness, deceit and lies,
And forget me in my lonely bed.

You are my honey, dear husband,
You sweetens my soul,
You fill me when I'm void,
My joy, your joy,
My happiness, your happiness,
My pains, your pains,
My sadness, your sadness,
You make all my dreams come through.

I will kneel before you, dear husband
So they see how dear you are,
You are priceless,
Every man should behold you,
So my young sisters would testify too,
And our pure Virgins won't become,
Old Maiden of Bitterness,
I will hold your hands and together we shall walk,
Most dear husband.

I dedicate this poem to all good husbands all over the world.