Stumble And Fall Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

In a house filled with socks and some mismatched old shoes,
I pondered my charm, feel I'm starting to lose.
I cooked her a dinner that looked like a fight,
A pasta disaster - was it wrong or just right?

I brought her some flowers, they were wilted and sad,
She smiled through the chaos; oh, isn't she rad?
With each little blunder, I stumble and fall,
But love's like a dance - you just laugh through it all.

So here's to my wife, the queen of my heart,
Though I might trip on laundry, hope we'll never be apart.
For in this grand circus of life that we've spun,
Being loved is the prize - I'm not sure if I've won!