My first love comes home daily,
is greeted by three rambunctious boys.
He writes love letters, folds laundry.
My first love can do anything;
handles any crisis with efficient calm,
packs lunches for his sleepy boys.
His smile awakes his tired wife;
because of him, she is invincible.
His mischievous green eyes still crinkle
in laughter, in amusement, in delight.
Those bewitching green eyes still smile
when I walk into the room.
They still see me as I was,
love me for who I've become.