I think about you often
   while I sit at work
considering your skin, so soft, and
    that I needn’t be a ****
you loving ways that keep my warm
    on any chill dark night
and yet I greet you with rage and scorn
    driving us to fight
why must I be such a silly fool
    and you my perfect muse
I try to place you on a pedestal
     but instead meet you with abuse
my loudest voice and flailing arms
    causing such a scene
promising never to physically harm
   only to cuss and scream
and though these instances are rare
    barely often enough to warrant
they still drive me to despair
    grief becomes a cascading torrent
for it is my desire to be the best
    man ever in your life
one that stands out from all the rest
     gives you joy in calling yourself wife –