Here is one I published earlier.

When I think about her,

My eyes go all blur,

A thought takes over my mind,

And I become blind...

Blinded by her love,

Ah, so pretty like a dove,

A shoulder to cry on,

A friendship to rely on.

Pampered by her care,

Her warmth so rare,

Strength to hide behind

When fear takes over my mind

Every day she grows a bit older,

But the same strength on her shoulder,

She gets some white hair,

But, smile still full of glare.

God moulded her heart of gold,

She is so caring yet so bold.

She is the shining star in my life,

Not only is she a great mother,

But an excellent wife.