You wrote me a poem,
Your first in your life.
You will never know,
What this means to your wife.

After nine years,
I thought I knew you well.
But this proves once again,
You make my heart swell.

When I tell you,
Your a romantic man.
You say NO WAY,
As hold up your hand.

I know you think,
Your poem is not right.
But in my eyes,
It was a shear delight.

I love you more
Each day and everyday.
I am the luckiest lady,
Is what I got to say.

So there is NO WAY,
You can convince me anymore.
That your not the one,
That’s romantic to the core.

Poem Style – Quatrain / Poem Catagory – Love
Written by Lady Kathleen