Sometimes, I keep quiet
Searching for the words
To say that I love you.
Sometimes, my heart combusts
With the fullness
Of knowing you.
Sometimes, I doubt if word’s
Can really say
What I feel for you.
These times,
I utter words of thanks
To God who brought you to me.
Sometimes, I love you
Seems to be so small
A word for what you mean to me.
You mean the World
And so much beyond
My husband. You are a good man.
This time
I can’t keep quiet
But shout it from the rooftops.
Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha