AaI Harvey Poems
To My Wife: The Love Of My Life
To My Wife:
The Love of My Life.
This is a poem written in two thousand and eleven.
This shall start the count down, to the day I find my Heaven.
If by the end of my life, I never found a wife to lay in bed with;
Then consider my life a waste,
For every wish of love never did become real…
It only became myth.
The story of the peasant boy,
Who became a hero.
He slayed all his demons,
Even though he felt like a zero.
He believed in true love,
From the second he was conceived.
He found an illusion of what love was,
Name something not connected to sex.
No innuendo can this word have.
ie. Don’t say breasts,
Or jugs, or boobs, or melons, or hooters;
Or booty, or back, or anything fruity.