Thursday, December 21, 2006


Yesterday I wrote a poem for my wife, and I'd like to share it.

The plan was that she would meet me after work so we could wrap up some Christmas shopping for the kids. I stopped on the way and picked up a single red rose, and a card. I wrote a short note in the card explaining I was empty without her, and put the handwritten poem, neatly folded, inside for her to find.

She waited for me in the driveway, and when I got in the car with her, I gave her the rose and said "I thought I'd show this rose what something really beautiful looks like." Then I handed her the card.

Honestly, I'm not sure what her reaction was. It was a little awkward, but she was gracious and appreciative. Anyway, here's what the poem says:

Today seems better than yesterday,
Although she is still gone, and I
Kind of worry that I'll have to live
Every day without her from now on.

My kids love her, I love her, and
Everyone says we're perfect together.

But no matter how much I try, it
Always seems to be in vein. I
Can't seem to make her want my
Kisses the way she used to.

Perhaps she'll realize that I
Love her more than anything,
Except I worry that maybe she
Already knows, and the problem is
She hasn't decided that she loves me
Endlessly like I do her.

Now the kicker. There is a hidden message in this poem. Can you find it? Here's a hint: use the first letter of each line, and read from top to bottom.

My wife is exceptionally smart, and very good at puzzles. I told her there was a hidden message, and she found it without needing a hint. Somehow, I knew she would.


Anonymous said...

this is one of the sweetest things i've ever read. you're in pain but remember you're lucky to have had such love in a lifetime. keep holding on, i can only hope she'll come around.

Wounded Heart said...

I do feel lucky, and thank you for your kind comment (whoever you are).