Elegance
a poem from the archives
There is nothing
β dearer to me,
ββ sweeter to see,
than you, my love,
β as I watch you prepare
ββ for our evening out.
No matter what,
β no matter where,
be it outside
β in our garden,
ββ splattered with mud,
or elegant as now
β in your evening wear.
You are divine,
β ever refined.
You by my side
β fills me with pride,
ββ fills me with love.
You make me want
to be the best I can,
ββ a better man.
Because, my sweet,
β you are my joy,
ββ you are the best
part of my life.
Written back when I was happily married and we lived in our tiny, dingy, townhouse. Oh it was good. 27 years ago. We had purchased that unit for $112,000. Basically, $210,00 in todayβs dollars. I recently saw a unit in that neighbourhood sold for $710,000. That is nuts.
Not certain any of that last part is relevant to anything. Just an observation on the unpredictability and inherent instability of life.



I like the context. There's nothing certain except change...
Oh, Imarkanx, this is just lovely. I have always loved your love poems. Beautiful!