Green Years

When we were green to our marriage About all things I was sure I was right. My love’s views I was quick to disparage. Dismissing her points as weak and slight. She kindly listened to my verbal bluster. Sometimes smiling in her knowing way. While I shouted every fact I could muster, Ever more proud of myself day by day. But events proved I was often astray. Yet my love never said, “I told you so.” She gently smiled in her knowing way, And from green years I began to grow.