You are magnetic. You attract the good things life has to offer. You attract joy. You attract happiness. You attract favour.

Joy inexplicable is defined as seeing you morning, noon and night. I love you, babe. You are a spectacular wife of extraordinary proportion!

I’m a man of few words, but my word is my bond. My Treasure, you mean the world to me. Quirks, flaws, imperfections, eccentricities and all, notwithstanding: I love you without qualification.

You’re a special breed! A rare treasure! Your love stripped me of pride and clothed me with honour. I’m humbled and privileged to call you mine. I adore you, wifey!

All my life, right from my birth, God has always wanted me to be happy. That is why he gave me a wonderful woman as a mother, and an angel for a wife.

Without you solidly and firmly beside me, it would be impossible for me to be half the man I am now.

Just like brick complements mortar to complete a building, you complete me.

If you asked me to throw in my last dime into a lottery ticket, I would do that without much hesitation.

If we are agreeing or disagreeing, if we are fighting or making love, no matter how extreme the contrast is, you always make it worth the while, wife.

I wouldn’t want it any other way, you are the best wife ever.

Being around you makes great things rub off on me. I feel unworthy to be called your husband.

You are passionate about love. I love how you make your love a consuming fire. It comes in, occupies every space left in one’s heart, and then gives it this warming soothe.

You make loving you to be fun. You make caring for you exciting. You make being with you enthralling. You make my being continuously euphoric.

Every time I watch you walk into the room, you take my breath away. I don’t know how, but I think the more I am with you, the more I am in love with you.