I remember days in our distant past,
when you would read my poems and ask,
if they were really about the two of us.

The two have changed over time,
gone and shuffled down the line,
but yes they’re always about ‘you.’

Some have inspired my poetry of course,
and some had destroyed my creative force,
but in the end the writing marches on.

None more important than you,
as time marches on two by two,
your golden hair and eyes of blue,
inspiring me to see the world anew,
even in my darkest moments.

Thank you.