Day Ninety-four

Romantic

I thought I would try my hand at a bit of romantic poetry today and use a technique that I'm sure is not called the 'repeat the first line again and again' technique, but here it is anyway.


We Are Not Romantic

We are not romantic but when
I fall you carry me; putting
your life on hold to
lift me higher.

We are not romantic but you
laid your velvet traveling cloak posh-side
down in the mire so I would not get
my best shoes wet.

We are not romantic but you
come to my bed with
a ready embrace and a smile
meant only for me.

We are not romantic but when
I hear a love song
on the radio
I think of you.

And on the day we married
you shone brighter to me
than the sun.