I Don' T Care Much For Love Poems...[love; Marriage; Personal; Romance] Poem by Bri Edwards

Despite what the title of this says, I feel compelled to write a poem of love.
It's because I've been nudged by a certain woman I know, WHO I'll call my 'dove'.
Today she seemed to wonder if such a poem I'd even written. So.....
I grabbed an old notebook of poems and found one I wrote the year-with-love-for-her I was smitten.

[But I decided to write an update.]

OK, I'm not a man to show my love quite like Romeo or even like Clark Gable,
but, then again, my dove isn't quite a Juliet or, for that matter, a Betty Grable.
You will of course NOT let her know what I wrote on the previous line;
If she ever did find out I said that, she surely would begin to whine.

In truth, it would not be HER whining; I cannot tell a lie.
It would be ME whining..... and begging for mercy, after she'd socked me in the eye.

Gee, I forgot this was supposed to be a love poem. I'd better hurry and get busy.
But it's a bit of a strain on by brain. It almost makes me dizzy.

OK! I've just been fooling around with you, my faithful Reader.
Why, I love my 'dove' SO MUCH that, sometimes, I almost want to eat her.
She is the sweetest woman who I know, this side of the front sidewalk,
and if you don't believe that it's true, let me assure you it's NOT just idle talk!

I'm happy each morning I wake up with her lying beside me on the bed,
and I know that if I tried to sneak out and I woke her, she'd bang me on the head.
I enjoy it when we hug, and, if she went away forever, I'd surely miss her.
I like it when we have our goodnight kiss....., though she says I'm a bad kisser.

I worry about her once in a while when it gets dark out, and she is not home as yet........,
ESPECIALLY if I'm getting hungry, and I'm not sure if a home-cooked supper I'll get.
When she finally decides to start supper (any time between 5 p.m.
and 9) ...,
I look forward to reading a novel aloud as she labors, but I sometimes pause for a gulp of wine.

Ladies and gents (especially ladies) , how am I doing writing about the subject 'LOVE'?
Do you think what I've written so far will impress my one and only dove?
If not, perhaps you could offer some suggestions of how I could sound more romantic.
I'm afraid that when I try to write of LOVE, my efforts may sink me like the ship Titanic.