She's the first thing I see when I wake
She's the last thing I see when I go to sleep
I'm the first thing she sees when she wakes
I'm the last thing she sees when she goes to sleep
Even when we're not together
I love teasing her, physically and mentally
She takes it and gives it back to me as hard or harder
I'd rather take her jabs than another's kisses
She'll always revive me sweetly, anyway
She makes me wait forever getting dressed
I used to complain but don't bother anymore
The Pout No Man Can Resist will diffuse any situation
That and her sexy lip bite will melt you on the spot
We turn heads everywhere we go
Antony and Cleopatra
Bonnie and Clyde
Romeo and Juliet
Everyone knows they're seeing something special
The electricity we bring to any room is palpable
The tension has been known to be cut with a knife...a butter knife, no less
The walls themselves sweat
Our location is always Where It's At
I get off on seeing someone hit on her
When a poor sap gets too close, out comes the polite Finger Wag of Doom
There's nothing to worry about
We know where we stand with each other
We play footsie under the table while having dinner, even at our folks
I kiss her while she's on the phone with her friends
We'll neck in the elevator for those few seconds
Any chance to get intimate will be seized
Sex is fantastic, but a bonus
Like the extra features on a DVD
Great, but not the Feature Presentation
Oh, who am I kidding?
Sometimes I want to throttle her for being too prissy
Throw her out, or through, a window
She feels the same way about me and my stubbornness
Yet we love each other for those exact reasons
When we fight, and are apart, the Yearning nearly kills us
The knot in my solar plexus is indescribable
I know that she suffers, too, but I take solace that I'm not alone
It's an ember of hope that keeps me going
My friends love her
Her friends loathe me
Not my fault their boyfriends aren't as smooth
Let them hate
I write for her
She sings for me
I've crooned for her before
She's tried writing for me
We now know to keep our day jobs
If I'm sick, she's sick
If she's sick, I'm sick
She brings chicken soup and gets in bed with me
I happily do the same
She'll watch grindhouse with me
I'll watch Sex and the City with her
Actually, I won't...I have a great way of pretending like I am, though
Damn, now I gave it away!
I would walk on fire for her
Slay dragons
Part the Red Sea
She would only need to Pout for me
I see my children in her eyes
She knows we'll be together forever
Only one thing could possibly come between us
I like the way you describe your adoration for one another. It makes me loook at my marriage with renewed twitterpation. Seriously, though, I find the poem to be sweet, endearing, and really a great way to capture love when it's young or sweetest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you big silly! ! you gave your secret away. there are too many parts of this i especially enjoyed! ! ! i think tonight MY wife feels like throwing ME out the window. luckily she is sleeping now in the other room. how about a mention of george burns and gracy allen (not sure how she spelled her names) ? bravo if this is a true story. bravo if it isn't also. ok Yoni, now YOU go on my 'mypoetlist. thanks for the ride. bri