My Wife

My return to land
See the sails and mast
As the hull hits the sand
And the anchor is cast
I bound to the beach
With my lady on arm
To whom I will teach
Of the Courtier’s charm

What her mirror sees
I’ll short describe
Nor birds or bees
Did not I bribe
To give this love
Whom I adore
Alights this dove
On this warm shore

Let’s start with eyes
That on her face
Give silent sighs
Though stay in place
Yet go around
To spy her hair
And you will astound
By another stare

Two eyes she keeps
On the back of her head
To catch what creeps
Or else be dead
With this four sight
But just one nose
She knows at night
Where lover goes

Her tiny hands
Are somehow sharp
But make demands
She play the harp
The music made
Is of her choice
Though solely swayed
With just her voice

The notes on key
And never flat
She sang to me
And that was that
She had my heart
With time to kill
Though just the start
I fall yet still

Her teeth are white
Like this fine sand
Though none will bite
The feeding hand
These pearly gates
Were diamond cut
Poor breeding mates
The English mutt

At dinner time
She sits and waits
As food sublime
Will fill our plates
But at the bell
To bring the meat
She will not smell
Nor even eat

I ask her if
Her hunger grow
She answers stiff
Someday I know
And then she kiss
My rosy cheek
And just for this
My body weak

At this I grin
Her figure slight
Look just as thin
A fair queen might
Though better yet
Than any royal
And too I bet
She more loyal

With beauty great
Her love is too
My new first mate
And jealous crew
Who point at wings
And call a bird
Though well she sings
I hate their word

For I have found
A better name
That speaks of sound
And beauty same
With whom I share
My secrets all
And whom I dare
A siren call

And you may ask
From where she came
Or ‘twas a task
For you to tame
To this I show
Upon a map
Where I did go
And found her trap

It is an isle
Odysseus went
Within a mile
No time there spent
But there I sail
To lose my life
But I did fail
And found a wife

Our wedding day
The time is set
The first of May
Before the wet
And when it comes
Her eyes I peer
For wed cake crumbs
A hunger clear