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She says over glasses
low on her nose –
You think I don’t
love you? Heaven knows,
how you make me
want to swear.
Love is pre washing
your underwear.
Oh! How a man
can sweat and stink!
Dishes just pitched
in the bathroom sink,
Dirty clothes on the floor
and pick up, pick up, pick up!
It seems we’re always
people’s gossip.
And you think that I can’t see?
You hear every word I say.
And by the way, you think
you’re having your way.
I give and give
and you want more!
You just think
it’s what I’m for.
I bend and bow,
you push and shove.
Now that’s what
I call true love.
So many years,
for goodness sake.
You’d cause
any heart to ache!

He twinkles through glasses
high on his nose –
You make me swear
and heaven knows!
But that girl on her swing,
she's just as pretty now.
No, don’t give me that look,
I haven’t a clue as to how.
All those years without a word,
bouquets of flowers
and midnight
showers...
You think that I can’t see?
Your eyes get a glow
like a fawning doe.
And I know you know
what you’ve said, I heard.
It’s just that I can’t
remember a word.
You give and give
and yes, I take.
You bake,
I eat the cake.
I am a man after all.
You’re the cushiony pillow
and I, implacable wall.
I’ve been a good husband,
except for one eye.
I am after all a guy.
After so many years,
I look at you and ache.
You’d cause 
any heart to break!

He twinkles through glasses
high on his nose.
She smiles, you were
always the one for a pose.
Holding the photo,
her fingers trace
her memories,
his glossy face.
All those years. And you
never said you loved me.
But I know in your sleep,
you dream only me.

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