Poets

For those of you who dont know, my husband is the greatest. No, really. He is perfect. He does the dishes, laundry, cleans the house, goes grocery shopping, manges our money, takes care of me when I am sick, and spoils me to no end. The list could go on, but I dont have all day here. Basically, he makes me really, really happy. Anyway, along with all of those wonderful things, Daniel writes poetry. Now, I am not a poet. I dont really appriciate poetry, so all is lost on me. But he wrote me this poem the other day, and I thought I would share it with you.

For those of you who appriciate or know anything about poems, its called a Cinquain poem.


My light
Without my wife
Had might as well be night.
No doubt every day would be rife
With strife.

My Love
Can't be better—
She's the answer in thereof
To poverty... If the debtor
Met her.

My song
Is quite succinct.
Would it somehow be wrong,
Or would it make my point distinct
If winked?

My joy
Is not in deeds.
My services, employ
To meet with the greatest of speeds
Your needs.