Not That Hard Poem by Robert Rorabeck

As a male of so little means, this is how I
Won her:
I told her I couldn’t be defeated by any old sort of
Fire, and then I told her to look at hers,
And to think about what she really saw.
I put pinwheels in her yard to distract the other boys
And their mean bicycles;
And then I sang of the rivers and the mountains of
Her body:
I sang up spikenard and juju bees all around her:
I told her she was a topiary and an apiary and both of
Those were a mirage:
I bought her lingerie and I waited for her to come for
Me,
Because I had bought a crèche to hold her daughter
And her mother a deck of playing cards:
And I kept holding my breath for her and reminding myself
It was not that hard.