Perfect Love Stories

Though for me it was love at first sight.
When she found out I was a poet,
She asked, “what kind do you write?”

My reciting seemed to delight her
“Love poems, mostly,” I told her
While we walked alone in the park
Love’s fever became even warmer
As two shadows embraced in the dark

I’ll always remember when first we met
I whispered a poem in her ear.
Ever since then how happy I’ve been
And other women I’ve no need to be near.

They say that poets are divine
Though my wife would argue, that’s not true!
For, whenever I lose my direction,
It’s she who tells me what to do.