Because my husband knows that my love language is language, he wrote this poem for me. It made me very happy, and I'm sharing it with his permission.
Lonely Russian women want me badly.
So badly that they send emails (to me
And others) in sensual perfect English
Pleading, begging, repeatedly asking
If they can satisfy my every whim
And fantasy. I haven’t answered yet
And I’m feeling sorry for the lonely,
Frustrated women who desperately write
Such longing letters offering themselves
To me. And so I’m tempted to reach out
And share my long-held deep desires, my view
Of flourishing, bliss, joy, and happiness:
A mug of steaming coffee, piping hot
Sipped in a room that’s over-filled with books.
And by my side, a lovely girl named Ruth,
My fantasy, and that’s the honest truth.
by Steve, husband of Ruth, from thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com
The Progressive Poem is nearing its end, and Michelle has today's line.
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Hasn't it been a great National Poetry Month? I know I've enjoyed it. Here's to poetry, all year long!
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12 comments:
Wow--this is simply wonderful. What a treasure! Thank you so much for sharing it here.
So your kids get their wit, loving nature, and way with words from both sides -- lucky kids!
I'm happy to read this beautifully poetic answer to those Russian women, Ruth. Your husband is a smart man!
Oh, swoon!
I do love my husband, but I think he'd be more comfortable writing me a computer program than a poem. ;-)
Awwww...what a lovely gift from your husband. His poetic response to those lonely Russian women is spot on. My husband (a forester) plants trees for me--and built me a chicken coop.
Aww. :-) Let's hope no lonely Russian women are driven mad to see their hopes dashed in this unequivocal fashion.
Ah, your husband is a poet, too...not surprised, Ruth!
Adorable and wonderful and you fortunate woman, you! I'm just happier knowing your spouse wrote you a poem...and that he shared it with us through you. What a beautiful testimony to your love and friendship.
I couldn't possibly love this poem any more than I do! It is perfection.
Well that's a keeper! So is your husband, apparently. :) It was so nice to read this, Ruth. Thank you for sharing.
Now that is love, so sweet. Not a point of last resort, but a highly sought paradise of just-right fit. A room overfilled with books. A paradise for poets, indeed.
Charming, and it was said before, but definitely a keeper! Thanks for sharing
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