True Love Poem by brian naugher

The sun was slowly sinking,
The evening was warm and mild.
Sitting on our garden bench together
Me and my wife by my side.

I had just poured a cold beer,
My wife's wine, in her hand - tightly clasped
Sitting back with her eyes closed,
Perfectly relaxed.

I heard her say 'I love you more than anything on Earth'
'living my life without you, would be a life of little worth'

I reached for her hand and gave a laugh,
As I replied to her remarking,
'That is such a sweet thing to say my love'
'But is it you, or the wine that's talking? '

She sat up straight and turned her head,
Her bright blue eyes met mine.
'Oh! it's me, my love'she softly said
'I was talking to the wine'