I met my wife in a room

i met my wife in a room, tiny yes! but surely groomed, she sat across and grimmed, I shivered and shook, and her beautiful look, I met my wife in that room. She spoke with a voice so gentle, the African birds could rest on her vocals, for the first time, I felt so local, my acsent crumbled, I couldn't hold on. her smile was the pride of the Olympian sun, and when I spoke, I was like a maneless lion, but her eyes she was even more proud of me and my gentle groove I met my wife in that room. and she's everything I could ever want in life