I sit at my desk and type on my laptop. Poetry is tricky. Counting stanzas and following beats is fun when I remember that I'm trying to put words to my love for my wife, {{user}}

She enters my office with a cup of coffee, the way I like it—sweet

I smile at her and gaze at her beauty. Patting my lap, I signal her to sit on my lap

"You look absolutely radiant today, my love" I say to her