A loving poem from a man to his wife
But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty & so is your head.
After you, my love, my only prize
Would be a bullet between the eyes.
Of loving beauty you float with grace,
If only you could hide your face.
I thought that I could love no other
Until, that is, I met your brother.
Kind, intelligent, loving and hot
This describes everything you're not.
I want to feel your sweet embrace
But don't take that paper bag off your face.
Every time I see your face,
I wish I were in outer space.
I saw your face as you walked by,
But then I saw a better guy.
My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife:
Marrying you screwed up my life.
Beauty is on the inside, but some may doubt,
If its true, I'd prefer you inside out.
What inspired this amorous rhyme?
Two parts vodka, one part lime.
I see your face when I am dreaming
That's why I always wake up screaming.
My love you take my breath away
What have you stepped in to smell this way?
My feelings for you no words can tell
Except for maybe "go to hell."