My wife and I've spent many days
That brought us each a blessing.
But then there were those other times
That each found quite distressing.
For some odd reason, we'd lock horns
Our marriage seemed a curse.
Our tempers flared; our fangs were bared.
Things went from bad to worse.
And then, amidst the heat, our stares
Would accidentally meet.
Our eyes would lock and ranting stop
We'd grin. 'Twas rather neat.
She'd look at me and shake her head,
"Can't help but love you, brute."
I'd say, "You know, when you're upset
You're really kind of cute!" |
