I was feeling down so called you my sweet,
To tell you of my sad and woeful plight;
That he grumbles constantly makes me weep,
As though I’ve another with whom I sleep!
You said: “It’s true you have a love that’s deep,
Which is the reason for your constant fight…
Your lover is your poetry, so you reap
His resentment when you sit down to write!”
n.b. Cubby’s been absent for a week or so 😦 , so I’m doing one of her older challenges, it’s not a new one.