First disclaimer: I’m not, nor have I ever claimed to be, a poet. So forgive me if the bastardized iambic pentameter that follows strikes your ear a little funny. But my wife is always asking me to write for her; as hard as it may be for some of you to believe, she thinks I’m good at it.
So it is that I occasionally step away from my prosaic comfort zone in order to craft a little something for her. I suppose some residual poetic dribbles were still hanging around though, because I felt the need to continue making words rhyme.