Why I married my wife

Why I married my wife

Title: Why I married my wife

Poet: Steve Anc

Mission: an experiment into poetic language

“Oh Lilian” I said,
“Correct my spellings when I  err,
 Though am a student of words
With a distinct accent—”
And she  corrected me and said — “accent!”

“My dear,” I said, “you are mine now,
Though you were your father's from inception;
You can look at my eyes and call me fiance–”
And she smiled and said– "fiance!"

“Oh my darling, you may memorize my account number,
But don't meditate on my account balance;
Cause the balance may be inconclusive–”
And she stammered and said– "inconclusive!"

“Dear Lilian,” I said, "when I am dispirited
And Situation overwhelmed my reasoning,
Please support me with the pillar of hope–”
She nodded her head and said– “hope!”

“Correct my manner or  my waggeries
When undue odds display in my actions,
Cause none is island of knowledge;
But  please spare my  love for poetry–”
She looked at the window and whispered– “poetry!”

“The blood in my veins thirst for your presence,
And no more shall grammar and words cheat on us!
Therefore, will you be  with me all the time–”
And she exclaimed and said– “all the time!”

©Steve Anc
lover of words

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  1. It's cute πŸ˜πŸ˜πŸ˜πŸ’™πŸ˜Š

  2. Outstanding work bro, keep up πŸ‡΅πŸ‡¬πŸ€πŸ½

  3. This poem is sooo cute! I think it expresses how much you two love words!