Thursday, November 06, 2008

Everyday Love Poem to my Wife

Over a year of marriage carries
Happiness, love, and sometimes cranberries
But eventually the pace slows down,
Work intrudes, some days a frown
And suddenly the world has changed.
What we must do is simply rearrange
The days so that other things fit neatly
In their own places, and move on sweetly
To the beauties of the everyday together.
Because there is love everywhere, wherever
You shall be - and perhaps also Rosie -
This is a good thing naturally,
So good to state it thus and remember
That only frigid mornings in November
Can keep us apart, but only so long
As the work day lasts because so strong
Is our pact that I worry not a wink -
Your loveliness is worth so much, I think.