Bl Devnath Poet Rhyme

To Get Her Love I Tried

i love my lovely wife
                                       wanted to relieve her strife
                                            that day was Sunday 
                                            that was my holiday
                                        with smile i went to cook
                                       so chicken in kitchen i took
                                          when i stared cut chilli
                                       being crazy doing like a silly 
                                       blood oozed from my finger
                                           i decided not to linger
                                        though onions were sliced 
                                        yet vegetables to be diced
                                        at that time my wife came 
                                        she had given me no fame                                          
                                          my thoughts are dried
                                        so my feelings were fried
                                          then like a baby i cried
                                           to get her love i tried



Note:- Inspired by one of the friends of P.S.

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Andrea Dietrich March 16, 2015 at 8:21 PM You sure do love your wife. I hope she values that love!! Bl Devnath March 17, 2015 at 8:57 AM Thanks for your comment, my lovely friend,bl

Sandra Haight March 14, 2015 at 2:43 PM Aww...such a precious poem, a dedicated hubby making dinner for his lovely wife. No matter what, it's always the thought that counts and you did your best! Bl Devnath March 14, 2015 at 2:58 PM Thanks my lovely smiling friend for your smiling comment. Loved always,bl

Jan Allison March 13, 2015 at 7:09 PM I love it when my husband cooks for me - he has been an angel with my dad dying and has been cooking to make sure I have been eating well:-) I am careful when cooking with chilli and onions - make sure hands stay well away from my eyes lol !A 7 from me:-) Hugs jan xx Bl Devnath March 14, 2015 at 1:06 AM Thanks my lovely friend for your comment and for 7. Loved always,bl

Jason Barth March 13, 2015 at 4:40 PM That's poem says so much in so little words Bl Devnath March 14, 2015 at 1:05 AM Thanks my lovely friend for your comment. Loved always,bl