It Must Be Love - A funny original poem for Valentine's Day

My wife wrote this for me on our 18th anniversary in May 2007. I guess you'd call it a love poem... kinda. ; )It Must Be Love!by Heather JamesEvery night for the past 18 yearsWe have gone to bed, cuddled spoon fashionLying on our right sides, your left arm around my waist.And every night for the past 18 years,After one has said "Sweet dreams" and the other replied "You too"I have lain there and hoped that maybe, just maybeTonight would be the night.This time, I would be the one to fall asleep first.I coach myself: slow down your heartbeat, your breathing, your thoughtsAnd I start to feel it, that delicious sensation of falling asleepAnd then within two minutes of that last "Sweet dreams" I hear it.The first snore.Oh, they start off quietly; gentle, deep breathsThat gradually deepen and become less gentleUntil it's like a buzz saw running next to my left ear.On your best nights (my worst)Your snores actually make the bedsprings vibrateSo I hear you in stereo: live in my left earMuted through the pillow in my right.I try to ignore it. To convince myself that I can still fall asleepThat the noise will gradually slacken, that I will still get plenty of sleepBefore the alarm goes off at SIX A.M.And it feels so nice, to have you pressed against my back,Your arm around my waist.And if I do wake you up and make you roll over,I'll need to have a death grip on the blanketsOr end up lying naked in the cold.(WHY do you grab the blankets when you roll??)And once you do roll over, there will be that empty gap between usFilled with cold air where once there was warmthAnd I'll have to give the blankets a tug, so they hang between usAnd fill that void, and warm my back.So I remind myself that there will come a time(In the very, very distant future, of course)When the warmth of your body pressed against mineWill only be a wistful memoryA time when I would give anything to hear -- GERALD !!Mmph? Roll over, Cutie. Oh -- was I snoring? (!!!!!)And most nights, that's all it takes. Cutie rolls overTaking the blankets with you until they're taught against my fistAnd I roll a bit in the opposite direction, pulling the blankets out of your loose graspSo they hang between us and fill that void, and warm my back.And eventually, I drift off.But then there are the nights when I call your name,And your arm around my waist tightens as you give me a subconscious hug.Your snoring stops -- momentarily -- then regains momentum.Those nights, I have to grasp your left wrist,Lift your arm up, and push it backwards to start you on your wayAnd you roll over onto your right side, and your snoring starts again ...Away from my ear.But then there are the nights when I grip your left wrist, Lift your arm, push it backwards to start you on your way,And your roll over...onto your back.At which point, the snoring gets impossibly louder.And I have to -- gently -- nudge you with my elbow or footAnd say: Honey, you're on your back. Roll over please.And you do, and finally I am able to sleep.I composed this poem in bed the other nightAt times giggling to myself so much that your snoring actually slowed downWhich made me giggle moreI probably forgot how I meant to word the best parts of this poemAnd forgot stuff I wanted to sayI should have gotten up to write it downBut I was so comfortable, with your body pressed up against my back,Your left arm around my waist,I didn't want to move.Besides, it was Friday night. I could always sleep in The next morning.

Channel: People & Blogs
Uploaded: November 30, 1999 at 12:00 am
Author: GeraldBoyClassical

Length: 06:24
Rating: 4.5555553
Views: 1856

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