For all of my younger life
I thought when I grew up I’d be a wife
But since when I met you
About this, I’ve thought twice
And I’ve wondered if it need be
Need I marry so eagerly?
Because right now
You are my company
And you’ll do for me
So I’m not so sure now
If I’ll need a wedding gown
Or for my Dad to walk me down
The aisle so soon
At this moment in time
Whilst you have been mine
It seems you’re all I need
More love would be greed
Yes, Orgasms our bond does lack
But we know we have each other’s backs
And trust is a key thing
My lifelong partner needs to bring
Other traits that you’ve got
Prove you have the lot
You’re a passionate cook
Generosity is your look
You bring with you fun
Share a love for the sun
You love a good dance
You’ll give anyone a chance
You entertain with your bands
You’re a helping hand
You see whilst you’re looking
You hear whilst you’re listening
And your singing is glistening
You do all these things just naturally
It seems you understand me
Which is why what we have works
And it will for eternity
So long as we don’t have to play scrabble in our retirement
I went from being the girl that guys like to look at,
to the girl they take home to meet mom.
You know how it goes,
out with the summer skirts and into floor sweep dresses.
Learning to home make and wear a facade.
The patient smile even when your boiling crazy,
the platitudes when your mind is a ring with sarcasm.
Now I don't have to change my walk, thank God for that,
just who I walk with and where I walk.
What can I say, am growing older.
I'm unaware to where I am headed,
but today is special to me,
After countless steps and years of walking ,
I've finally hit the remainder of what was for my life to see,
I crossed paths with someone
so genuine and sweet ,
who shaded in that missing piece
and made my life complete,
No idea does she have,
of how long it is I've waited ,
to search for the kind of love,
for which cannot be traded.
I'm will script during my quiet
The poet, left with mountainous
I sit here so quietly, my brooding
neighbor so creepily inviting
the help, to help out with wifey
accommodations, I'm not
jaded, I just wish I shared
my palapa with something
I married when I was young, yeah,
a woman just as hale and hearty as me
and course I still had
to hang out with friends
and weekends I’d be off with ‘em
drinking and spending all the week’s pay
from Friday evenin’ till Sunday night
But my wifey ne’er understood that
and one Sunday night she’a said to me
“Why do you do this, mon? How’d you feel
if you don’t get to see me for so many days?”
“Fine by me, sweetie,” I said
as fast and as witty, even in drink
and that night I didn’t see her
and come Monday I didn’t see her
and come Tuesday I didn’t see her
and so on Wednesday and came Thursday,
the swelling went down a little
and I saw my wifey again
hale and hearty
out of the corner of my right eye
I said to myself that it's over.
I forced that belief into my heart.
I looked at your face the other day and knew this doesn't feel entirely true.
What could be holding this chapter open still?
You have a house, a wifey/sugar mama, and you act as a father to her two kids.
Yet here you are when you need something serious.
My mind is 98% certain it's over.
My heart about 75%.
But my damn soul still wants to keep it's hold on what was.
I try to tell it that it's over, but no it won't let you go.
There once was a husband named Craig
Whose wife made a breakfast of eggs,
He complained they were runny
And a waste of his money
And now his tail sits between his legs.
There once was a hubby named Clyde
Who had a young girl on the side
Wifey came from work early,
Saw Clyde with his girlie,
Now he lives in a doghouse outside.
There once was a man named Jasper
Whose marriage was filled with laughter
There was equal respect
Not a trace of neglect
And they both lived happily after.