Of Love
A feeling of euphoria,
a woman and a rose,
a long, committed partnership,
of love the husband knows.
A tenuous and abstract thing
of love he understands--
or thinks he does until they
place a baby in his hands.
A miracle, a wonder who
can bring him to his knees,
who grips his heart with fear at
every cough and baby sneeze.
She calls to him in silent nights,
the deepest sleep defeats.
She holds his breath in hostage till
he knows her heart still beats.
Behold, the hulking man of men
of beastly, manly powers
who’s brought to tears by tiny fists
with gifts of mangled flowers.
A feeling of euphoria,
a little girl, a rose,
a dirty face, a sloppy kiss--
of love the father knows.
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