My Love

When I first met you, I was in the middle of a storm When I opened my mouth, angry poetry spewed out When I closed my eyes, I could not dream But then we fell together In a jumbled mess of happiness And since Since the time you took my into your arms I’ve learned …

Will You Marry Me, Again?

Husband, I have question for you: How many more times will you let me marry you? I mean, I’m in love   Not that mushy type of love either That you read about in romance novels Where the man is a greek god earning a living on exploitation and the woman a simpering puddle of …