by R.T. Lawton
In my case, my wife has a little red book stashed away in the lingerie drawer of her dresser. This particular hard-bound book is filled with hand-written poems composed by yours truly whilst gripped in the all encompassing embrace of infatuation. I'm sure most of you have been in some form of that condition at one stage or another of your life. To that end, I wrote all these poems in order to win the hand and heart of my lady love, and in the process filled up every page in that little red book. And no, you can't read it.
Most of the poems are very personal and/or have meaning only to the two of us. Realize that these scribblings aren't exactly sonnets by Shakespeare. Furthermore, need I remind you that when I returned to college shortly after my twelve month tour of Southeast Asia, I took my war poems into the WSU English Department seeking further guidance along these lines and was promptly not encouraged to continue any efforts in the field of poetry. But due to persistence (some would politely suggest hard-headedness) it turns out that the heart likes what the heart likes.
As a sample of my beginning strategy in this win-the-heart endeavor, here's part of an early poem during the courtship:
Please forgive my muddled mind,
it's seldom on the path.
It's not so good in English
and even worse in math.
But as I recall the contract
or the game as it is played,
one poem for one kiss
was the bargain that we made.
* * (okay, skip to closing) * *
I have no fear about the debt
for as I can plainly see,
you are a lady on your honor
and would not a debtor be.
Yep, you can bet I got kissed with them poems. A lot. A whole book full, you might say.