His fingers on the piano work magic.
His music is mesmerizing.
When he plays, you forget about the world.
When he plays, he forgets about you.
You're the pianist's wife.
He's a kind a man. He lives for the world.
He forgets his own when giving to another.
He 'll give his own morsel to the hungry.
And unknowing, he'll give away yours.
You're the philanthropists wife.
He has big dreams and you are in every one of them.
You want to see what he sees and believe in him.
Yet life isn't a dream and you wait for him to wake up
So that someday your own dreams come true.
You're the dreamer's wife.
He labors dawn to dusk
Comes home with some bread
You share it over a bowl of soup and then tidy up.
You both then sit back and watch the moon rise.
Yet you complain you're only a laborer's wife?
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