I had written you a love poem
maybe two or twelve
before I ever met you
but it's hard to tell
I wrote you ten or seventeen
while we were in our throes
I wrote about a handful more
before I met my close
Then wedding bells
Then honeymoons
I wrote a few for her
I passed them off
originals
her own down to the word
I might have been successful
she never cast a doubt
but I never believed
I ever left you out