To a man who isn't a poet....

A poet, poem and a night

A glass of wine

Or some stars to shine..

That would have been enough

I thought

Yes!! I knew

There were days I wanted it

So badly

Desperately!!

But you

You don't understand

A word of poetry

A rythm of song

And I thought

Its all wrong!!!

And then I woke up

To a clean kitchen

A cup of tea

and a bread toasted perfectly

Oh yeah!!

I need that more than wine..

You don't read me poems

You make me live them

You make me sleep

So I could dream

Comfort me in my periods

Even at Midnight

You understand every word

that I say

Thats more important

Than understanding rythms

And yes you are so practical

that you practically

made me

Live happily.....