POET'S WIFE

My reciting seemed to delight her
Though for me it was love at first sight.
When she found out I was a poet,
She asked, "what kind do you write?"

"Love poems, mostly," I told her
While we walked alone in the park
Love's fever became even warmer
As two shadows embraced in the dark

I'll always remember when first we met
I whispered a poem in her ear.
Ever since then how happy I've been
And other women I've no need to be near.

They say that poets are divine
Though my wife would argue, that’s not true!
For, whenever I lose my direction,
It’s she who tells me what to do.

Where the city ends and the suburbs begin,
We've built our home beneath the sky.
We’ll raise our babies with truth and love
'Till one or both of us die.

A verse a day, I always say,
Helps keep lawyers from my door;
For when I'm paid for what I write,
My wife loves me a little more.

Tom Zart
Author of
Love, War And More
Published by
Publish America