Without of Words

Without of Words She looked through window which was a portal And saw my face which seemed so immortal Then frantically to fact became resigned She could never, ever get me out of her mind. Saw bright sunbeam after drinking many beers And it was then that she broke out in tears What will I do now that my husband has gone My beautiful body he can no longer look upon. When occasions occur may have to be rising To something that may be quite surprising Might take much more than a scrawny hint To understand everything her husband meant. Several things proved to start becoming tense What do I do to avoid being annoyed by suspense? Back into my mind had put each poem in herds Became poet who ended up without any words.