Caressing My Hair Absently Poem by Louise Tredoux

To be with him, sipping wine under the stars,
to be with him, my beloved and joy, the man
reigning as king in my heart

To hear his voice, resonant and deep, listen to
him say the most beautiful words, he can recite
the most beautiful poetry

I dissolve in his being, drown in his eyes, lips of
heavenly ambrosia, his hands like two strong
doves, messages of love in his touch

He takes me on his lap where I perch like his pet,
stroking my back, caressing my hair absently,
while he reflects, fire-gazing he says

He looks at me with shining eyes, declaring that he
is the luckiest of men, I disagree, I’m the luckiest
person in all mankind, to have him

He only has me, but I have HIM, which goes to show
how clever I am to have chosen you, he laughs,
shaking his head, oh no,

I chose you first; I try to think, who chose whom, when,
does it matter, I suppose it does, the one who chose first
is the cleverest, I smile at him

Yes, you chose me first, I agree, because, you see, you
are the best and cleverest being that has ever been and
that will ever be!