My Wife
The wind is my wife, as she kisses my nose,
Tickles my lashes, strikes angry blows.
She sweeps through our house,
And rattles her blouse,
That hangs on a line,
As a kite so divine.
My heart trails behind,
On the bows as my mind,
Tosses and turns,
Wondering when it will learn.
Tickles my lashes, strikes angry blows.
She sweeps through our house,
And rattles her blouse,
That hangs on a line,
As a kite so divine.
My heart trails behind,
On the bows as my mind,
Tosses and turns,
Wondering when it will learn.
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Please tell me what you think. This is the first time I've written a poem like this. Rhyming every two lines and whatnot.