A poem about marriage and regret.

A poem about how that special person is everything you need.

Since time began there have always been wars. The why’s of these wars aren’t really for you and I to understand. However, when you loose a husband, wife, or child, we have to wonder why, and will these wars ever stop?

The way in which men and women express their love is often very different, to the extent that the message does not always come through as clearly as they might expect.

After it’s all said and done how do you feel at the end of the day?

Romantic anecdotes of the old times…

Limerick.

I need to get my hubby off the sofa and into the garden.

For someone.

Italian story sonnet.