To my wife, for Valentine's
The rose is red, the violet's blue,
The honey's sweet, and so are you…
Such bromide, inane, tiresome pap
Only uttered by those most apt
To be labeled deficient or
—Can only be pronounced
With a straight face and a true heart
By those who have not experienced
Much of life, all it's welts and warts.
As for me, too long in the tooth
and at times my soul in squalor,
I can only attest that, yea, true,
Indeed, such flowers, such colors,
And I am nothing without you.