Wifey Material
+3The kind of woman I want to give my name to,
No time for games, just need a life with you;
You stood strong and never disappoint me,
Much praise to God for a woman to anoint me.
Such a bride to be…
At times I was haunted by malicious past,
You consoled me without having to ask;
Yesteryear I was an empty soul seek his heart,
Today I know I can find it wherever you are.
Cannot wait to make you wifey…
I see me standing at the altar,
As you walk down that very aisle;
Ready to share this life, never faulter;
Tears fall as I say my own vow,
After the choir sings so imperial,
I recognized you were always wifey material.
This poem was written/submitted by Lamar Ingraham.
