The sunshine melted into the horizon with a sigh.
The moon rose, gloriously, way up high.
I rolled over in my lonely bed and thought...
how we had been so angry and the way that we fought.
My tears had soaked the pillow under my head
and I tossed and turned in my empty bed.
Did being right give me company tonight?
Why oh why did we have to have this fight!
I had planned a romantic dinner and a passionate night.
He came home late....didn't call...didn't have his phone...and I got uptight.
Sure, I was worried, scared and blue....
What else could and should a wife do?
When you are scared and worried sick....
when they come home safe, the emotion gets thick.
It turns from worried to mad in a flash...
then words come out that are silly and rash.
Now, here I am laying in the bed that I made...
but, when life deals you lemons, you make lemonade.
So, I remade myself up and waited for him to come back.
He'd stormed out for a walk when I was on attack.
After a while the door opened and he walked in.
I was looking sexy and romantic...I was in for a win.
He looked at me with his sad eyes and that little boy pout.
I smiled and proceeded to explain to him what the night was about.
He forgot his anger and he forgot about his walk.
For I could show him better than I could talk.
We made love all night while the moon shone bright.
He touched me in all the right places and made me feel right.
I shared with him all the love I had for him in my heart...
and he said he loved me more, for he had a head start.
It is a joke between us, that he was ahead in love's game.
He'd told me that he loved me...a week ahead of me...saying the same.
Two years now we have been man and wife...
argueing, loving, fussing and touching through good and strife.
Sometimes the argueing is intense, I openly admit.
It happens only once in a while...and we laugh about it.
A fight clears the air and lets emotions vent and air...
it is the making up that I really like, I do declare!